"You need not get so excited. And now about Bobichel—how is he?"
"Just the same as ever, honest and stupid."
"And Robeccal?"
"I mean to get rid of him for reasons of my own."
"And the little boy?"
Gudel shouted with laughter.
"The little boy! Just wait until you see him. He is six feet, and a treasure. I am strong, but Fanfar is different from me. He has wrists and ankles like a woman, with the hands of a Duchess, but his back and shoulders are iron and his fingers steel. He is, moreover, as good and gentle as possible."
"You love him as much as ever, I see."
The excellent Gudel opened his mouth to speak, when with loud fife and horn, the wagon that held all his worldly possessions rattled up to the door.
We will call the vehicle a chariot, as it is more complimentary than the title of wagon. Four huge wheels held the body of this vehicle, from which rose posts striped like barbers' poles, decorated with parti-colored curtains.