When I was slowly getting up from the awkward position into which the unrestraint of that young man had forced me--I fell backward, with my head between the pillow and the back of the bed--he cried to me loudly: "Don't you dare! Don't you dare get up, you Devil." But I did not think of rising to my feet.

I simply sat down on the bed, and, thus seated, with an involuntary smile at the passionate outburst of the youth, I shook my head good naturedly and laughed.
"Oh, young man, young man! You yourself have drawn me into this theological conversation." But he stared at me stubbornly, wide eyed, and kept repeating: "Sit there, sit there! I did not say this.

No, no!" "You said it, you, young man--you.

Do you remember Spain, the picture gallery! You said it and now you deny it, mocking my clumsy old age.
Oh!" K.suddenly lowered his hands and admitted in a low voice: "Yes.

I said it.