The Seclusion of the Old Lady
true," Mr. Burrows was saying, lying on his back and arguing easily with Basil; "but we must consider the matter as it appears to our senses. The origin of morality …"
"Basil," cried Rupert, gasping, "she won't come out."
"Who won't come out?" asked Basil, a little cross at being interrupted in an argument.
"The lady down-stairs," replied Rupert. "The lady who was locked up. She won't come out. And she says that all she wants is for us to let these fellows loose."
"And a jolly sensible suggestion," cried Basil, and with a bound he was on top of the prostrate Burrows once more and was unknotting his bonds with hands and teeth.
"A brilliant idea. Swinburne, just undo Mr. Greenwood."
In a dazed and automatic way I released the little gentleman in the purple jacket, who did not seem to regard any of the proceedings as particularly sensible or brilliant. The gigantic Burrows, on the other hand, was heaving with herculean laughter.
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