"There's no use to put out the light simply because you've found your knife," said William. "It may be to your advantage to have it dark, but I like to see. I haven't always lived in this soot and smoke; I have lived where I could see the sky from one year's end to another."
"I beg your pardon," said Bodney, "but how long do you expect to stay in this room?"
"Oh, don't pay any attention to me. I don't belong to the plot."
"What plot?" Bodney exclaimed, with a start.
"Why, the plot of this household—the general plot of the whole thing."
"Oh, yes, I see," said Bodney.
"I'm glad you do. And, here, just a minute. The Judge and I had a difference tonight."
"Not a serious one, I hope."
"Devilish serious. Wait a moment. I set out by admitting that I was not exactly certain whether it was on the tenth or the eleventh. But I settled it, finally, I think, on the eleventh. I—"
"Eleventh of what?"