Fanfar shouted with laughter. "Yes," he replied, "and more than ever!"
"Tell me," asked the clown, "is it a difficult trade? I have nothing in the world to do, and I must have some occupation, of course."
"We will see about that later."
"You have said nothing about Mademoiselle Caillette."
"She is in safety. She knew nothing of the pursuit of the police. To-morrow, before she begins to be uneasy, we will send her word where we are, and bid her come to us."
The clock struck two.
"Do you hear that, Bobichel?" said Fanfar. "You are far from strong, and must rest."
"No, no. I have found you, and there is rest in that!"
"My dear fellow, you must get yourself into the best possible condition if you join us. You will need your legs, I assure you. Sleep, Bobichel, sleep."