“Well, your honour’s worship, I was having a bit of a sleep—tired, you see.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Sir Francis. “Now, look here, Grant, you knew that man was down the garden.”
“Yes, Sir Francis.”
“And didn’t you go to join him?”
“Yes, Sir Francis.”
“To get a lot of my pears?”
“No, Sir Francis.”
“Then why did you go?” he thundered.
I was silent.
“Do you hear, sir?”