“I don’t think I’ve a right to give you any more of a warning than that,” smiled our hero.
“It’s very kind of you to do so much, I’m sure, and to rush in here at the small hours for the purpose. Meanwhile, in the few weeks or months or years, or whatever they are, that are left, you wish to crowd in all possible enjoyment with the young ladies: that’s a very natural inclination.” To which Mr. Vetch irrelevantly added: “Do you see many foreigners?”
“And what do you think of them?”
“Oh, all sorts of things. I rather like Englishmen best.”
“Mr. Muniment for example?”
“I say, what do you know about him?” Hyacinth asked.
“I’ve seen him at the Puppins’. I know you and he are as thick as thieves.”
“He’ll distinguish himself some day very much,” said Hyacinth, who was perfectly willing and indeed very proud to be thought a close ally of a highly original man.
“Very likely—very likely. And what will he do with you?” the fiddler inquired.