CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE TEMPTER.
By this time Tantaine was in the Champs Elysees, and stared anxiously around.

"If my Toto makes no mistake," muttered he, "surely my order was plain enough." The old man got very cross as he at last perceived the missing lad conversing with the proprietor of a pie-stall, having evidently been doing a little jawing with him.
"Toto," he called, "Toto, come here." Toto Chupin heard him, for he looked round, but he did not move, for he was certainly much interested in the conversation he was carrying on.
Tantaine shouted again, and this time more angrily than before, and Toto, reluctantly leaving his companion, came slowly up to his patron.
"You have been a nice time getting here," said the lad sulkily.

"I was just going to cut it.

Ain't you well that you make such a row?
If you ain't, I'd better go for a doctor.
"I am in a tremendous hurry, Toto." "Yes, and so is the postman when he is behind time.

I'm busy too." "What, with the man you have just left ?" "Yes; he is a sharper chap than I am.