"No, no ..."

Conan ran downstairs and stood in front of Yvonne, shaking his head and waving his hands violently. "It's not her ..."

"Conan, why did you come down? I'll stand up for you. Listen to me; go back to your room first." Camille patiently coaxed him before getting the maid to take him away.

Conan was nervous, so he didn't know what else to say besides repeatedly uttering, "No." He stomped his feet anxiously.

Elizabeth noticed his reaction and asked tentatively, "Conan, are you tryin