"Humph!" said Carl, "it's very well to be saintly and forgiving, and all that sort of thing, but I'm naturally hard. All these fine ideas seem to rattle off of me like hailstones—and it's nobody's business, either, if they do."
Peter recognized a touch of good feeling in this clumsy concession; holding out his hand, he said in a frank, hearty tone:
"Come, lad, shake hands, and let us be good friends even if we don't exactly agree on all questions."
"We do agree better than you think," sulked Carl, as he returned Peter's grasp.
"All right," responded Peter briskly. "Now Van Mounen, we await Benjamin's wishes. Where would he like to go?"
"To the Egyptian Museum," answered Lambert, after holding a brief consultation with Ben.
"That is on the Breede Straat. To the Museum let it be. Come, boys!"