Afraid—I—
Brother Paris—
There now!
Look you brother Paris. You have something to say to me, and you have not the courage to say it. You are sorry to see me here ... you would have me go away.... I do not know wherefore ... I do not ask; but I know by the tone of your voice, by your look, and by everything I hear and see, that so it is. In a word therefore ... let us understand each other. I shall not go away ... here I am Sir, and here I shall abide Sir, until the mystery which brought me hither is cleared up.
Indeed, indeed Mr. Burroughs, you are mistaken.
I do not believe you.
Sir!
I do not believe you, I say; and I shall put you to the proof.
George Burroughs—I will not be spoken to, thus.
Poh—poh—