Now, what took place at that interview ?' The Major tried to tower over Evan powerfully, as he put this query.
They were of a common height, and to do so, he had to rise on his toes, so that the effect was but momentary.
'I think I am not bound to reply,' said Evan.
'Very well, sir; that will do.' The Major's fingers were evidently itching for an absent rattan.

'Confess it or not, you are dismissed from your post.

Do you hear?
You are kicked in the street.

A beggarly tailor you were born, and a beggarly tailor you will die.' 'I must beg you to stop, now,' said Evan.

'I told you that I was not bound to reply: but I will.