Come and sit down.

Take your old place!' John Baptist, looking anything but reassured, sat down on the floor at the bedside, keeping his eyes upon his patron all the time.
'That's well!' cried Lagnier.

'Now we might be in the old infernal hole again, hey?
How long have you been out ?' 'Two days after you, my master.' 'How do you come here ?' 'I was cautioned not to stay there, and so I left the town at once, and since then I have changed about.

I have been doing odds and ends at Avignon, at Pont Esprit, at Lyons; upon the Rhone, upon the Saone.' As he spoke, he rapidly mapped the places out with his sunburnt hand upon the floor.

'And where are you going ?' 'Going, my master ?' 'Ay!' John Baptist seemed to desire to evade the question without knowing how.
'By Bacchus!' he said at last, as if he were forced to the admission, 'I have sometimes had a thought of going to Paris, and perhaps to England.' 'Cavalletto.