What do you care for my feeble attempts?
You've grand ideas--you've a high standard in such matters.

I ought at least to bring in a band of music or a company of mountebanks." "One mountebank's enough, and you do very well.

Pray go on, and in another ten minutes I shall begin to laugh." "I assure you I'm very serious," said Ralph.

"You do really ask a great deal." "I don't know what you mean.

I ask nothing." "You accept nothing," said Ralph.