course you don't like it! Please to hand me over the sum of money that I have had the honour of winning from you."
"Not so fast. What proves to you that you've won it?"
"Why, his going like this—after the talk I had with him this morning."
"What talk had you with him this morning?"
Montaut looked at the old porter, who of course couldn't understand us, but, as if he scented the drift of things, was turning his perceptive Italian eye from one of us to the other. "Come and walk with me, and I'll tell you. The drollest thing!" he went on, as we passed back to the street. "The poor child has been to see me."
"To propose to you a meeting?"
"Not a bit—to ask my advice."
"Your advice?"
"As to how to act in the premises. Il est impayable."
"And what did you say to him?"
"I said Veronica was one of the most charming creatures I had ever seen."
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"Tudieu, mon cher, so ought you, if you come to that!" Montaut replied, taking his hand out of my arm.
"It's just what I am. We're a pair of scoundrels."
"Speak for yourself. I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
"You wouldn't have missed what?"
"His visit to me to-day—such an exhibition!"
"What did he exhibit?"
"The desire to be correct—but in a degree! You're a race apart, vous autres."
"Don't lump him and me together," I said: "the immeasurable ocean divides us. Besides, it's you who
