To mislead the curious, the serious talk of this incongruous pair was punctuated by loud-voiced remarks having no connection with the real matter in hand.
Juve's one idea now was to see this piece of a gun for himself. When Bobinette, at last, grasped this, she stared at him with bewildered eyes.
"But what are you thinking of, Vagualame? I do not carry the thing about with me."
"I think, on the contrary, that you keep it well hidden in your own room."
"Assuredly," confirmed Bobinette.
"I mean to see it. I expect you to agree to that," declared Juve-Vagualame.
"You intend to come to?"... Bobinette looked terrified.
"Exactly."
"But when? Do you recollect, Vagualame, that I shall have to hand it over early to-morrow morning?"
"There is time for me to see it between then and now! See it, I must! Examine it, hold it in my hands, I will! I have my most excellent reasons for this!"