"Do you mean to say, then, that I am to be kept here against my will ?" Mr.Fentolin made no immediate reply.

With the delicate fingers of his right hand he pushed back the hair from his forehead.

He looked at his questioner soothingly, as one might look at a spoiled child.
"Against my will ?" Mr.Dunster repeated, raising his voice still higher.
"Mr.Fentolin, if the truth must be told, I have heard of you before and been warned against you.

I decline to accept any longer the hospitality of your roof.

I insist upon leaving it.