“No, no, Smith,” he interrupted, in a decided tone; “You can have no pass to-day.”
“But——”
“No use talking: you can have no pass to-day.”
I saw that he “meant it;” so I turned away for the time, and called again the next morning.
“Doctor,” said I, with a beaming smile, “there is a friend of mine in the city, whom I would like to see, and if——”
“You can have no pass to-day, Smith,” he interrupted: “nor till your week is up. We have discovered how you cut the partition-wall when you were in the cellar. What did you do that for?”
“To get out,” I replied.
“If I had known it,” said he, with some severity, “I would have kept you in three days longer!”
“Then I am glad you didn’t know it,” said I.
“At least,” he rejoined, “you can have no pass till your week is up. That will be on Saturday.”