'I don't intend to argue it out again with you, Brown,' said his master coldly.
'Nor I with you,' said Brown.
The two men looked at one another, and I could almost hear the clashing of their wills.
'I don't feel up to it to-night, Sam.'
'I don't either, Master Ross.'
'Is your knee bad?'
'Putrid. I shan't sleep, anyway.'
'Are you telling me the truth, Brown?'
'I'm not in the habit of lying to you, sir.'
'Sorry,' said Ross, 'of course you aren't. You can stay if you have your bed wheeled in.'