“At all events I shall try,” replied Adams, rising to go.
“Well, try, but don’t get frozen in making the trial——”
“Oh, the gun—well, look here—you are starting on another hunting expedition, it seems to me, a more dangerous one, too, than the last, for there is no forest where one loses oneself more fatally than the forest of social reform—pay me when you come back.”
“Very well,” said Adams, laughing.
“Only if you are successful though.”
“Very well.”
“And, see here, in any event come and tell me the result. Bon jour, monsieur, and a word in your ear——”
The old man was opening the shop door.
“Yes?”
“Don’t go.”