I climbed down when Guillaumin came to me that same evening much against his will—for he hated telling tales—to give me a friendly warning.
"You look out! They can't stand you!"
"No! Is it as bad as all that?"
"Quite. It's better that you should know about it."
"What do they object to about me?"
"The way you get out of things, and shirk the tiresome jobs. They can't stand that. Directly your back was turned, just now, they exploded. A regular chorus! It's just the same every evening!"
"Descroix and Humel?" I asked scornfully.
"And Playoust too."
"Really! You don't say so!"