“No! well then, I say yes. It is nearly one o'clock. Do you intend to keep me here waiting your pleasure all night, I wonder!”
“I don't want you to come here. I had no place to sleep because you locked me out of your room.”
“And for an excellent reason,” said the other sharply. “How could I admit you into my room after the outrageous scene I witnessed downstairs! You seem to think that you can behave just how you like in my house, and that it will make no difference.”
Fan was silent.
“Oh, very well, Miss Fan, if you have nothing to say for yourself!”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Say! I wonder at the question. I want you to tell me the truth, of course. That is, if you can. How did it all happen—you must tell me everything just as it occurred, without concealment or prevarication.”
Fan related the facts simply and clearly; she remembered every word the Captain had spoken only too well.
“I wish I knew whether you have told me the simple truth or not,” said Miss Starbrow.
“May God strike me dead if I'm not telling the truth!” said Fan.