"Tell me just what transpired between you and King from the time when you disappeared out there in the courtyard until you came in here alone!" "No beating in the world could make me say a word," he answered calmly.
"You would only feel horribly ashamed." I believed him, and sat still, he looking at me in a sort of way in which a connoisseur studies a picture with his eyelids a little lowered.
"Nevertheless," he went on presently, "I observe that I have misjudged you in some respects.

You are a man of violent temper, which is cave-man foolishness; yet you have prevailing judgment, which is the beginning of civilization.

There is no reason why I should not tell you what you desire to know, even though it will do you no good." "I listen," I answered, trying to achieve that air of humility with which _chelas_ listen to their _gurus_.
That was partly because I really respected the man in a way; and partly because there was small harm in flattering him a little, if that could induce him to tell me the more.
"Know then," he began, "that it was my fault that the Princess Yasmini was able to play that trick on us.

It was to me that she first made the proposal that we should use her audience hall for our conference.

It was I who conveyed that proposal to those whom it concerned, and I who persuaded them.