“What is it then?” said Poole. “What’s the good of keeping things so close?”
“Wait and see. I don’t know yet myself.”
“Dear me!” said Poole. “I suppose his lordship has found out that he left his purse in the cabin.”
“Wrong,” said Fitz. “It was only an old leather one if he had, with nothing in it. Can’t you wait a few minutes till I see if I am right?”
“Oh, yes, I’ll wait; only too glad to get away while the other people come. I say, Fitz, old chap, let’s be as long as we can. I do hate all that fuss. It makes me feel so weak.”
“Yes; I don’t like it. That’s the worst of foreigners. They are so fond of show. I say, Poole, old chap, I’ve got such a grand idea.”
“What is it?”
“Wait and see.”
“Now, just you look here,” said Poole; “you can’t say but what I’m a good-tempered sort of fellow, but if there’s much more of this you’ll put me out. I’m not a little child, and you are not playing at bob-cherry, so leave off dangling nothing before my lips and then snatching it away.”
“Ah, you wait and see,” said Fitz.