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it served hib right: I dod't care a straw about that: all I care for is this, that, as I was dot id bed, as I'd dot beed id bed, add as he foudd be id the study with by clothes od—the goverdor firbly believes Didety-dide, add thus ab I victibized agaid!"
"Well, it certainly did look suspicious."
"I kdow it—I feel it—I see that, udder the circubstadces, the goverdor is perfectly justified id believidg the tale of that biserable fat-headed wretch: it is the very codsciousdess of that which bost galls be!"
"But, of course, you have not been out?"
"Certaidly dot! Frob the tibe you wedt to bed, till the tibe they cabe up, I dever, for a sidgle bobedt, boved frob the study. Besides, is it likely—is it like adythidg likely—that I should be such a codsubbate dodkey as to go out and leave the door oped for ady wud to walk id that pleased? Is the idea of by doidg such a thidg at all ratiodal?"
"Such conduct would certainly have been very indiscreet."
"Iddiscreet! Why, if I thought that it would ever be possible for be to cobbit such ad act of iddiscretiod as that, I should deeb byself fit for a ludatic asylub."
"I cannot imagine how he came to think of such a thing."
"Oh, these fellows will do adythidg for buddy: it's a batter to theb of little ibportadce what."
"Well, it certainly is strange—very strange—that he should have fixed upon this particular morning."
"Exactly! That's where it is! It is that very thidg which gets over be! Had he fixed upod ady other, I should have beed, of course, id bed add asleep. But it was to be, I suppose. I kdow I shall sood becobe a predestidariad. But isd't it edough to bake a bad hit his head off?"
"It is, certainly, very unfortunate."
"By usual luck! Dothidg bore cad be said of it. I always have luck. I cabe idto the world to be lucky. I'll have by dativity cast wud of these days, add see udder what lucky pladet I was bord. But I'll have doe bore of it. The thidg is settled dow, Syl: doe bore watchidg for be: dor will I attebpt after this to discover the cause of our recedt addoyadees. Dot a bit of it! I'll give the thidg up. If a legiod of ibps were to haudt the house dight after dight, Syl, I'd dot bove a peg! The very efforts which I bake to clear byself tedd but to idvolve be bore deeply: like the fly id the web, the bore I try to get out, the bore firbly I'b held. I'll give it up, cobe what bay. I'll pludge idto bed at by usual tibe, add get up at by usual tibe, add dot before. Doe batter what capers bay be cut, or what pradks bay be played: that bischievous devil, whoever he is, bay stick a hot brick upod wud of the chibdey-pots, add dadce upod that, if he likes: the bood bay be abused, add the stars bay be abused, but he sha'd't abuse be; I've had edough of his abusebedt: he dod't get be to rud after hib agaid; I'll borally seal by head to the pillow, although I should dearly like to catch hib! You see it plays vedgeadce with be;—it destroys at wodce all the goverdor's codfidedce, add places be id the positiod of a thoughtless, reckless, characterless scabp! That's the poidt, Syl—that's what I look at! Up