“You shall.”
“Let me hear it! Am I to be turned adrift upon the prairie, or shut up in a convent? Perhaps it may be a prison?”
“You would like the last, no doubt—provided your incarceration was to be in the company of—”
“Go on, sir! What is to be my destiny? I’m impatient to have it declared.”
“Don’t be in a hurry. The first act shall be rehearsed tomorrow.”
“So soon? And where, may I ask?”
“In a court of justice.”
“How, sir?”
“By your standing before a judge, and in presence of a jury.”
“You are pleased to be facetious, Captain Calhoun. Let me tell you that I don’t like such pleasantries—”