“Well, I don’t mind. Got to see the things, I s’pose.”
“It is customary, isn’t it?” smiled Wynne.
“Hum. How long will it take to do the place?”
“Five years—perhaps a little less.”
The joke was not well received, so Wynne modified it.
“I could show you the more vital points of interest in a couple of hours.”
“Two hours, eh? And you’d want how much an hour?”
Wynne considered. “Should we say five francs?” he suggested.
“Jolly sight too much, I call it,” observed the blotchy youth, whose name was Vincent. “Get a seat at a café chantong for that.”
“Well, what do you say?” said the father.