“You do know,” said I, “and I want to know why.”
He coloured up, and made as though he would leave room. But my blood was up, and I stepped across door.
“Tell me this,” I said. “Have these fellows cut on purpose or no?”
“However should—”
“You do know. Are they cutting me or no?”
He flushed up again, and then said hurriedly—
“Yes, we are!”