"I'll forgive you, but I will not promise to forget."
"Merciful heavens! you must not try that again. Think of the noise!"
"Was I making any noise?"--rubbing the perspiration from my forehead.
(I had taken off my mask.)
"Noise? The trump of Judgment Day will be feeble compared to it.
Surely some one has heard you. Why not lay that board on top of the
coal?"
A good idea. I made use of it at once. The window was unlatched, but
there was a heavy wire-screen nailed to the sills outside. There was
no getting out that way. The gods were evidently busy elsewhere.
"Nothing doing," I murmured, a bit discouraged.
"And even if there was, you really could not expect me to risk my neck
and dignity by climbing through a window like that. Let us give up the
idea of windows and seek the cellar-doors, those that give to the
grounds. I declare I shall leave by no other exit."
"It was very kind of you to let me make an ass of myself like that.
Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"
"Perhaps it's the angle of vision again. I can see that we shall never
agree. Seriously, I thought that if you got out that way, you might
find the other exit for me. I am sorry if my laughter annoyed you."
"Not at all, not at all.
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