"You have been some time giving me these lessons," he went on, "and I am tempted to think rather well of you, I believe you are a gentleman."
"I have that honour, sir," said I.
"You have seen me for the same period. I do not know how I strike you; but perhaps you will be prepared to believe that I also am a man of honour," said he.
"I require no assurances; the thing is manifest," and I bowed.
"Very well, then," said he. "What about this Goguelat?"
"You heard me yesterday before the court," I began. "I was awakened only"
"Oh yes; I 'heard you yesterday before the court,' no doubt," he interrupted, "and I remember perfectly that you were 'awakened only.' I could repeat the most of it by rote, indeed. But do you suppose that I believed you for a moment?"
"Neither would you believe me if I were to repeat it here," said I.
"I may be wrong—we shall soon see," says he; "but my impression is that you will not 'repeat it here.' My impression is that you have come into this room, and that you will tell me something before you go out."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"Let me explain," he continued. "Your evidence, of course, is nonsense. I put it by, and the court put it by."
"My compliments and thanks!" said I.
"You must know—that's the short and the long," he proceeded. "All of you in Shed B are bound to know. And I want to ask you where is the common sense of keeping up this farce, and maintaining this cock-and-bull story between friends. Come, come, my good fellow, own yourself beaten, and laugh at it yourself."
