“Swords!” repeated my sister. “Where did you get swords from?”
“Out of a cupboard,” said I.
“And I saw pistols in it, — and jam, — and pills. And there was no daylight in the room, but it was all lighted up with candles.”
“That's true, Mum,” said Mr. Pumblechook, with a grave nod. “That's the state of the case, for that much I've seen myself.” And then they both stared at me, and I, with an obtrusive show of artlessness on my countenance, stared at them, and plaited the right leg of my trousers with my right hand.
If they had asked me any more questions, I should undoubtedly have betrayed myself, for I was