"I will?"
"Yes."
"Who says so?"
"I do. You shall not steal into my house to spy and sneak on me, and get away."
"What will you do about it?" asked Oscar coolly.
"What will I do about it?"
"That is my question."
"Do you admit the charges?"
"I am too much of a gentleman to deny them: they are so gross."
"Oh, you intend to get out of it that way, eh? Now who are you?"