still on the handle; he said to Lupin: "Come along."
Lupin yawned, stretched himself, and said coolly, "My dear Guerchard, what I want after the last two nights is rest—rest." He walked quickly across the room and stretched himself comfortably at full length on the couch.
"Come, get up," said Guerchard roughly. "The prison-van is waiting for you. That ought to fetch you out of your dream."
"Really, you do say the most unlucky things," said Lupin gaily.
He had resumed his flippant, light-hearted air; his voice rang as lightly and pleasantly as if he had not a care in the world.
"Do you mean that you refuse to come?" cried Guerchard in a rough, threatening tone.
"Oh, no," said Lupin quickly: and he rose.
"Then come along!" said Guerchard.
"No," said Lupin, "after all, it's too early." Once more he stretched himself out on the couch, and added languidly, "I'm lunching at the English Embassy."
"Now, you be careful!" cried Guerchard angrily. "Our parts are changed. If you're snatching at a last straw, it's waste of time. All your tricks—I know them. Understand, you rogue, I know them."
