He did, as I'm alive.
'I wish to heaven they'd make more haste,' he said quietly; 'his Honour and we are both being done out of our dinners.' I said nothing.

I was looking at the foreman's face.

I thought I knew the word he was going to say, and that word was 'Guilty.' Sure enough I didn't hear anything more for a bit.

I don't mind owning that.

Most men feel that way the first time.