“And it fell upon your head!”

“Upon my head.

Just imagine, a globe of crystal, gilded all over, the lower part beautifully encrusted, perfumes burning at the top, with jets from which flame issued when they were lighted.”

“I quite understand, but they were not lighted at the time, I suppose?”

“Happily not, or I should have been grilled prematurely.”

“And you were only knocked down flat, instead?”

“Not at all.”

“How, ‘not at all?’“

“Why, the luster fell on my skull. It appears that we have upon the top of our heads an exceedingly thick crust.”