"Did you suspect, sir, that I was in the habit of leaving the house at night, that you thought it necessary to ascertain that I was in my bed ?" "Petulant boy! How ready you are to take offence at trifles.

How do you expect to steer your way through the world?
Business brought me into your room last night.

Some papers belonging to the woman, whom your fertile imagination has converted into a witch or fiend, were in the iron chest.

Anxious to satisfy her that the papers were safe, I went to look for them.

You were making a sad noise in your sleep.