“You are altogether too afraid of getting into trouble, professor. A little trouble does not worry me, although I never go around looking for it. A small row with the London police would make it all the more interesting. By Jove! I believe I’ll go out and have a session with that fellow who has been chasing me around.”
He arose quickly, but the professor caught hold of him.
“Don’t, Frank! Have some regard for my feelings. We will change our lodgings.”
“And let them think we are trying to avoid them by sneaking away! Not on your life, professor! I am not that kind of a hairpin!”
“Well, we won’t mind them. To-morrow we will go and see Westminster Abbey.”
“I’ve seen it.”
“We will go to the British Museum.”
“And dig over old musty books and squint at antique manuscripts. Excuse me! It would be altogether too jolly. My nerves would not stand the pressure.”
“Then we will visit Kensal Green Cemetery, where Thackeray and Tom Hood are buried.”
“Say, that would be simply hilarious! I fear I should die from pure enjoyment! I’m afraid you will have to excuse me, professor. My heart is too weak to stand the strain.”