‘You are punctual,’ said Blodget.
‘We ought to be.’
‘How it rains,’ said one.
‘Yes; but that is all the better for us, you know,’ said Blodget.
‘It is indeed.’
‘I say,’ said another, ‘there is a watchman coming, and holding his hand before his lantern so as to get a good look at us.’
‘Confound him!’
‘Step aside,’ said Blodget, ‘I will confront him.’
A watchman who happened to be wakeful had chanced to see them all meet at the corner, and had hurried towards them, expecting that they were after no good.
‘Hilloa—hilloa!’ he said. ‘Come now, what do here at this time of night?’