'They began last month,' I answered.
'Yet I am sure you are running away,' he cried.
Somewhat alarmed, in consequence of my recent experiences, I thought it time to get on my way.
'Don't be in a hurry,' he said. 'I think you and I ought to have a little talk.'
'I want to get along,' I retorted.
'Where to?'
'To get some breakfast,' I replied.
'Hungry, eh?' he asked.
'A little.'
With that he looked at his watch; then, saying that it was nearly twelve, he took from a side pocket of his jacket a tin case, packed with tempting-looking sandwiches.