“Yes, Sir Francis.”
“Then speak, sir.”
I remained silent.
“Will you tell me why you went down the garden to join that man?”
I looked at poor Ike, and felt that if I spoke it would be to get him discharged, so I preferred to remain silent, and said not a word.
“Will you speak, sir?” cried Sir Francis, beating the table with his fist.
“I can’t tell you, Sir Francis.”
“You mean you won’t, sir?”
“Yes, Sir Francis.”
“Why not tell the whole truth, Grant?” said Mr Solomon, reproachfully.