And then I said it again, several times, very gently and
slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see, and he
got it of course, and came in. He stopped short by the door.

"What is the matter?" he cried. "For God's sake, what are
you doing!"

I kept on creeping just the same, but I looked at him over
my shoulder.

"I've got out at last," said I, "in spite of you and Jane.
And I've pulled off most of the paper, so you can't put me back!"

Now why should that man have fainted? But he did, and right
across my path by the wall, so that I had to creep over him every
time!