Eh ?" George smiled, but said nothing.
"Well," said Jim, putting down his foot, "this must be stopped.

You may work till ten every night, but then you _must_ go to bed, or you and I will fall out." Jim looked so grave as he said this that George was bound to take it in the earnest way in which it was meant.

A long argument ensued.

George pleaded, Jim bullied, and at last my master was obliged to promise to give over work at twelve every night for the next fortnight.

But more he would not promise.