I did so in terror.
He put a piece of paper and a pen before me.
"Write down there an account of every bill you paid, and the amount." I obeyed--my memory fortunately served me for the task.
"Now go.

You've had the satisfaction of seeing me make an ass of myself in striking that cad--he's not worth it.

You may go and tell him I'm sorry if you like.

As for you, I don't want to see any more of you.

Go to your captain, and leave me alone." And he flung himself miserably into his chair, leaning forward with his head on his hands, and apparently indifferent whether I stayed or went.
I went, leaving him thus.