"Yes."
"He should be where he promised to be, at the doctor's."
"That's capital! You stop here."
"Good! What shall I do?"
"Wait a moment."
Bard's eyes followed me as I made an expressive movement in a certain direction.
"Ah! that pretty little cannon over there!" he exclaimed.
And I walked towards a pretty little four-inch gun—I even think it was, possibly, of smaller bore—under what was, I believe, a model of it, placed beneath the shelter of a sort of shed.
"Isn't that a charming toy?"
"Charming!"