I shall say I didn't want you to, but you would.

And then you've got my father and your father to talk to you after that." But in spite of these unpleasant visions of trouble, which he conjured up, Bigley and I still laughed, for, boy-like, the danger passed, its memory did not trouble us much.

We had escaped: we were safe; Bob was making himself ridiculously comic by his hectoring brag, and all we wanted to do was to laugh.
In the midst of our mirth, and while Bob Chowne was growing more and more absurd by putting on indignant airs, the hatchway was darkened again by the French skipper's petticoats and boots, and directly after he stood before us smiling and rubbing his hands.
"Aha, you!" he said.

"You better well, mosh better.

I make you jolly boys, eh ?" "Yes, sir, we are much better now," I exclaimed, holding out my hand.
"We are so much obliged to you for helping us as you have." "Mon garcon, mon ami," he exclaimed; and instead of shaking hands, he folded me in his arms and kissed me on both cheeks.