“That’s best of all!” cried Grenits gaily.
“I will bring my fiddle.”
“Yes, and I my flute.”
“Then,” laughed Grenits, “we shall get the whole jail to execute a sarabande de condamnés.”
“The sarabande is all very well,” remarked van Beneden; “but I think we might do something better than that.”
“Well, what is it?” asked all in chorus.
“You remember, do you not, that as we were seated together under the Wariengien tree on the green at Kaligaweh, I proposed making an experiment in opium smoking, in order to find out what its effect really is. Very well, on Sunday next, we might carry out that plan.”
“Capital! a capital idea!”
“But,” asked Grashuis, “who will provide the opium and the pipe?”
“Leave that to me,” replied van Rheijn, “don’t trouble about that, I shall get all we require.”