"That will I not! I shall tell him to bring it here."
"But, Miss Betty, I cannot possibly trespass upon—"
"Will you have done? Trespass indeed!"
"I perceive I shall be much put upon," sighed Jack, and watched her lightning smile.
"You BOY! Will you dictate?"
"Very well, ma'am. No, I have changed my mind. I'll have it writ to a friend, please: 'Dear Miles.... True to my promise.... I write to you.... In case ... you should be worried ... over my disappearance ... be it known ... that I am at'—pray, madam, where am I?"
"Horton Manor, Littledean," she replied, writing it down.
"Thank you. 'I had the misfortune to injure my shoulder in a—"
"'And arm,'" put in the scribe, inexorably.
"'And arm, in a fight ... and a certain very ... kind lady—'"