"What do you say, Professor ?" The Professor was walking with bent head and trailing stick, and he did not answer at all.
"Wake up, Professor!" said Syme genially.

"Tell us what you think of Sunday." The Professor spoke at last very slowly.
"I think something," he said, "that I cannot say clearly.

Or, rather, I think something that I cannot even think clearly.

But it is something like this.

My early life, as you know, was a bit too large and loose.
"Well, when I saw Sunday's face I thought it was too large--everybody does, but I also thought it was too loose.