“Where is Leendert Grashuis?”
“Where can August van Beneden have got to?”
Such were the inquiries which might be heard on every side.
“Yes, and Grenits, where is he? What has become of our merry Theodoor?”
“Theodoor? Why, don’t you know—he is in the lock-up?”
“Oh, yes, of course, I had quite forgotten; he is in for ten days, eh?”
“Ah! well then, you hardly need ask where the others are to be found.”
“They are keeping him company you may be sure—cela va sans dire.”
“They are faithful friends these four.”
“Faithful, you call them? I tell you their devotion to each other is positively edifying. They are simply inseparable.”