is sorry he accidentally told Crofter he was a beast yesterday.

He did not know it was him when he saw him, or he would not have told him what Tempest said about him, which was quite unintentional.

He also must explain that what he said about his being expelled was in consequence of a dog's death, about which there was a misunderstanding.

He hopes Crofter will not tell him he told him, as he would be very angry with him." "Done ?" said Pridgin, who, comfortably ensconced in his easy-chair with his feet upon the window-ledge, was reading a comic paper.
"Yes, thanks," said I, half terrified lest he should demand to read my not too lucid epistle.
"All right.

Go and tell Crofter I want him, will you?
Look alive, and then cut to bed." Here was a blow! I had been at all this labour in order to avoid the painful necessity of an interview with Crofter, and here I was as badly off as ever.
"Can't you hear ?" said Pridgin as I hesitated.
"If you please, Pridgin," said I, resolved to take the bull by the horns, "I'm awfully sorry, but I don't want Crofter to catch me.