“I love people who do unexpected things. Didn’t you always adore the man who slew a lion in a pit on a snowy day? But about this unfortunate innocence. Well, quite long ago, when I’d been quarrelling with more people than usual, you among the number⁠—it must have been in November, I never quarrel with you too near Christmas⁠—I had an idea that I’d like to write a book. It was to be a book of personal reminiscences, and was to leave out nothing.”

“Reginald!”