"Hold your tongue, you fool!"
Gell made for the door. "Look here," he said, "I'm going to tell the Principal that if you were out last night it was on an errand for him—that can't hurt anybody."
"No, you're not."
"Yes, I am—certainly I am."
"If you do, I'll never speak to you again—on my soul, never."
"But he's certain to remember it sooner or later."
"Let him."
"And when he does, what's he to think of himself?"
"That's his affair, isn't it? Leave him alone."
Gell's voice rose to a cry. "No, I will not leave him alone. And since you won't let me say that about you, I'll tell him about myself. Yes, I will, and nobody shall prevent me! I don't care what happens about father, or anybody else, now. I can't stand this any longer. I can't and I won't."