me unhappy. Have you fixed your flint to go? Who d'you work for?'
'`Haven't signed any contracts yet. I wanted to see how your business would turn out.'
'Would you have stayed with me, then, if—things had gone wrong?' He put his question cautiously.
'Don't ask me too much. I'm only a man.'
'You've tried to be an angel very successfully.'
'Oh ye—es!... Well, do you attend the function to-night? We shall be half screwed before the morning. All the men believe the war's a certainty.'
'I don't think I will, old man, if it's all the same to you. I'll stay quiet here.'
'And meditate? I don't blame you. You deserve a good time if ever a man did.'
That night there was tumult on the stairs. The correspondents poured in from theatre, dinner, and music-hall to Torpenhow's room that they might discuss their plan of campaign in the event of military operations being a certainty. Torpenhow, the Keneu, and the Nilghai had bidden all the men they had worked with to the orgy; and Mr. Beeton, the housekeeper, declared that never before in his checkered experience had he seen quite such a fancy lot of gentlemen. They waked the chambers with
