The Indiscretions of the Same I was standing stark naked next morning in that icy bedroom, trying to bathe in about a quart of water, when Stumm entered.

He strode up to me and stared me in the face.

I was half a head shorter than him to begin with, and a man does not feel his stoutest when he has no clothes, so he had the pull on me every way.
'I have reason to believe that you are a liar,' he growled.
I pulled the bed-cover round me, for I was shivering with cold, and the German idea of a towel is a pocket-handkerchief.

I own I was in a pretty blue funk.
'A liar!' he repeated.

'You and that swine Pienaar.' With my best effort at surliness I asked what we had done.
'You lied, because you said you know no German.