"You've heard how she used me, Waldo?
I've been badly treated; you'll know yourself what it is some day when you can't carry on a little conversation with a lady without having salt meat and pickle-water thrown at you.

Waldo, look at me; do I look as a gentleman should ?" But the boy neither looked up nor answered, and Bonaparte grew more uneasy.
"You wouldn't go and tell her that I am here, would you ?" said Bonaparte, whiningly.

"There's no knowing what she would do to me.

I've such trust in you, Waldo; I've always thought you such a promising lad, though you mayn't have known it, Waldo." "Eat," said the boy, "I shall say nothing." Bonaparte, who knew the truth when another spoke it, closed the door, carefully putting on the button.

Then he looked to see that the curtain of the window was closely pulled down, and seated himself at the table.
He was soon munching the cold meat and bread.