Because a thing is nat'ral, as you call it, you think it must be good. A sort of yarb-doctors in their way, poets have it that for sore hearts, as for sore lungs, nature is the grand cure. It was the herb-doctor in person. Carpet-bag in hand, he happened to be strolling back that way. One who has confidence in nature, and confidence in man, with some little modest confidence in himself.
Fools are most.
But I'm in earnest. Yes, I think I understand you now, sir. How silly I was to have taken you seriously, in your droll conceits, too, about having no confidence in nature. In reality you have just as much as I have. I say again there is nothing I am more suspicious of.