That is just what I thought, and I will tell you all I know.
That is a good girl, Cora—I am dying to hear about him.
Yes, and I have been dying for twelve hours in his presence, and if you hadn’t sent for me just as you did, I am sure that I should have been dead gone.
But Cora, you are not telling me anything.
How can I? You talk all the while, and I can’t get a word in edgeways.
Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Oh, Cora, stop this ranting. Let the ridiculous go, and tell me what has taken place in the cabin.
Ranting! Well, that is pretty language to come from the first Lieutenant of the Reindeer. Well, may be I do rant. I have got a right to rant. I will rant! I must let off this superabundant amount of gas that has been generating in my brain for the last sixteen hours.
But I tell you it is ridiculous.
Well go on and tell me what is so ridiculous.
That is just what I have been trying to do for half an hour.