“I say,” said the Toreador. “Look here——”
The freckled frowning Brigand who had led him there spoke.
“We’re not going to let you out,” he said, “till you’ve promised to go away from England and never come back.”
“But why?” said the Toreador. “Why should I? I know it’s all a dream. But just tell me why I should, anyway.”
“Because you’re starvin’ an’ killin’ folks,” said the Brigand sternly. “You’re ruinin’ the country.”
“I do hope I remember all this when I wake up,” said the Toreador, “it’s too priceless. But look here —if you don’t let me out I’ll kick the door down. I’ve never starved anyone and I’ve never killed anyone, and I——”
“I SAY,” SAID THE TOREADOR, “IF YOU DON’T LET ME
OUT I’LL KICK THE DOOR DOWN.”
“We don’ want to argue,” said William remembering a frequent remark of his father’s and trying to imitate his tone of voice, “but we’re not goin’ to let you out till you promise to go out of England and never come back.”
