"Then Devlin went to his room on the second floor, and I breathed more free.
"The Twisted Cow, sir, is a public which Devlin is fond of. You may be sure he'd pick out a house with a outlandish name.
"'O, Lemon, Lemon,' I said, 'you look like a ghost!'
"'Hush!' he said, with his hand to his ear; he was afraid Devlin might be listening. 'Don't speak to me, Fanny; I want to be quiet, very quiet. How horrible, how horrible!'
"'What's horrible. Lemon?' I asked, putting my arms round his neck.
"He pushed me away and asked what I meant.
"'You said "How horrible, how horrible!" jest now, Lemon.'
"To my surprise, he answered 'I didn't. You must have fancied it. Let me be quiet.'
"I didn't dispute with him, and we set here in the parlour for more than an hour without saying a word to each other. Lemon hadn't been drinking, sir; he was as sober as I am this minute.
"'I think I'll go to bed, Fanny,' he said.