"Why should you stop any longer where you are?
What power can force you now to stop in this miserable cell ?" "The question rather is," said the old lady, with composure, "what power can force me to go anywhere else ?" We both stared wildly at her and she stared tranquilly at us both.
At last I said, "Do you really mean to say that we are to leave you here ?" "I suppose you don't intend to tie me up," she said, "and carry me off?
I certainly shall not go otherwise." "But, my dear madam," cried out Rupert, in a radiant exasperation, "we heard you with our own ears crying because you could not get out." "Eavesdroppers often hear rather misleading things," replied the captive grimly.

"I suppose I did break down a bit and lose my temper and talk to myself.

But I have some sense of honour for all that." "Some sense of honour ?" repeated Rupert, and the last light of intelligence died out of his face, leaving it the face of an idiot with rolling eyes.
He moved vaguely towards the door and I followed.

But I turned yet once more in the toils of my conscience and curiosity.

"Can we do nothing for you, madam ?" I said forlornly.
"Why," said the lady, "if you are particularly anxious to do me a little favour you might untie the gentlemen upstairs." Rupert plunged heavily up the kitchen staircase, shaking it with his vague violence.