“Bother the stump! I was trusting you.”
“Exactly so. That gave me time.”
“Don’t come unless your mind’s made up, mon petit,” said Poupin.
“Are you going now—and to see Hoffendahl? Is he the right man?” Hyacinth cried.
“Don’t shout it all over the place. He wants a perfect little gentleman, and if you’re not one—!” Muniment went on.
“Is it true? Are we all going?” Hyacinth eagerly went on.
“Yes, these two are in it. They’re not very wise, but they’re decent,” said Muniment, looking at Poupin and Schinkel.
“Are you the real thing, Muniment?” asked Hyacinth, catching this look.
Muniment dropped his eyes on him. “Yes, you’re the lamb of sacrifice he wants. It’s at the other end of London. We must have a growler.”
“Be calm, my child; me voici!” And Poupin led their young friend out.