“Ready for what? There’s nothing to be done here.”
Hyacinth stared. “Then why the deuce do you come?”
“I daresay I shan’t come much more. It’s a place in which you’ve always seen too much.”
“I wonder if I’ve seen too much in you,” Hyacinth risked, gazing at his friend.
“Don’t say that—he’s going to introduce us to Hoffendahl!” Schinkel exclaimed, putting away his pipe in a receptacle almost as large as a fiddle-case.
“Should you like to see the right man, Robinson, that is the real thing?” Muniment asked with the same rare grave sound.
“The real thing?” Hyacinth looked from one of his companions to the other.
“You’ve never seen it yet—though you think you have.”
“And why haven’t you shown it me before?”
“Because I had never seen you on the stump.” This was more lightly said.