"All right!" answered the other.
"And when you see 'em enter so as to make quite sure of the game, go up to Frances Baudoin's room—"
"Under the cloak of asking where the little humpbacked workwoman lives—the sister of that gay girl, the Queen of the Bacchanals."
"Yes—and you must try and find out her address also—from her humpbacked sister, if possible—for it is very important. Women of her feather change their nests like birds, and we have lost track of her."
"Make yourself easy; I will do my best with Hump, to learn where her sister hangs out."
"And, to give you steam, I'll wait for you at the tavern opposite the
Cloister, and we'll have a go of hot wine on your return."
"I'll not refuse, for the night is deucedly cold."
"Don't mention it! This morning the water friz on my sprinkling-brush, and I turned as stiff as a mummy in my chair at the church-door. Ah, my boy! a distributor of holy water is not always upon roses!"
"Luckily, you have the pickings—"
"Well, well—good luck to you! Don't forget the Fiver, the little passage next to the dyer's shop."