“To be sure I did—you told me to go.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me you had been?”
“Didn’t like to,” said Sam.
“Such stuff!” cried Mrs Jenkles. “But what’s that got to do with it?”
Sam remained silent.
“What’s that got to do with it, Sam?”
Silence still.
“Now, Sam, you’ve got something on your mind, so you’d better tell me. Have you been drinking?”
“No, I haven’t,” said Sam, “and I don’t mean to again.”
“Then I’m very sorry for what I said.”