"I carry them in my waistcoat pocket.

I am perfectly convinced now that there is trouble ahead, for on my way up the stairs here I felt a strong inclination to tell you that I had lost them, in case you should want any." "It would be only fair," Burton declared warmly, "to divide them." Mr.
Waddington frowned.
"I see no reason for that at all," he objected, feeling his waistcoat pocket.

"The beans are in my possession." "But if we are to revert to our former state of barbarism," Burton urged, "let us at least do so together." "You are some time ahead of me," Mr.Waddington pointed out.

"None of these warnings have come to you yet.

It may be something wrong with my disposition, or the way I have swallowed my bean.