In the ordinary affairs of life he conducted himself like an overgrown child.

In time of cataclysm he was a professional demigod.

He reassured me further.
"That's where I come in.

Don't worry about it any more." "All right," said I.
And for a while he said nothing and stared at the fire.

Presently he broke the silence.
"What was the poor devil playing at ?" he repeated.