“Oh, yes, yes, in there ,” said Toad impatiently. “I’d have said anything in there . You’re so eloquent, dear Badger, and so moving, and so convincing, and put all your points so frightfully well⁠—you can do what you like with me in there , and you know it. But I’ve been searching my mind since, and going over things in it, and I find that I’m not a bit sorry or repentant really, so it’s no earthly good saying I am; now, is it?”

“Then you don’t promise,” said the Badger, “never to touch a motorcar again?”

“Certainly not!” replied Toad emphatically. “On the contrary, I faithfully promise that the very first motorcar I see, poop-poop! off I go in it!”

“Told you so, didn’t I?” observed the Rat to the Mole.