"Do let me read it you.

It has only forty-three questions and answers, and some of the Marquis's answers are wonderfully witty.

I like to be just to my enemy." "But what's the good of it all ?" asked Dr.Bull in exasperation.
"It leads up to my challenge, don't you see," said Syme, beaming.

"When the Marquis has given the thirty-ninth reply, which runs--" "Has it by any chance occurred to you," asked the Professor, with a ponderous simplicity, "that the Marquis may not say all the forty-three things you have put down for him?
In that case, I understand, your own epigrams may appear somewhat more forced." Syme struck the table with a radiant face.
"Why, how true that is," he said, "and I never thought of it.

Sir, you have an intellect beyond the common.