I doubt if you even knew I was here." "Eh?
Oh, yes, I know that, I know that all right.

Tut! tut!" inspecting the damaged brush.

"That's a nice mess, ain't it?
Now what do you suppose I did that for?
I'm scared to death, when I have one of those go-to-sleeptic fits, that I'll pick my head to pieces.

Not that that would be as big a loss as a good paint brush," he added, reflectively.
His visitor smiled.

"I think it would," she said.