"I don't know that it ever will be--and I don't much care if it isn't. It's not bad in its way--you've seen some of the notices, I daresay?--but I'm not sure that it's my real line. I'm having a shot at something rather different. If it succeeds----" Arthur knew what was coming. "You shan't chuck the office before we've found the dog, anyhow!" he interrupted, laughing. But none the less he admired the sanguine genius. "Only there won't be enough 'lines' to last him out at this rate," he reflected. At the end--when bride and bridegroom had driven off--Arthur suddenly found his hand seized and violently shaken by old Mr. Sarradet, who was in a state of excited rapture. "The happiest day of my life!" he was saying. "What I've always hoped for! Always, Mr. Lisle, from the beginning!" He seemed to have no recollection of a certain interview in Bloomsbury Street--an interview abruptly cut short by the arrival of a lady in a barouche. He was growing old, his memory played him tricks. He had found a strong arm to lean on and, rejoicing in it, forgot that it had not always been the thing which he desired. "Yes, you know a good thing when you see it, Mr. Sarradet," Arthur smilingly told the proud old man. But he did it with an amused consciousness that Mrs. Veltheim, who stood by, eyeing him rather sourly, had a very clear remembrance of past events. "We'll give 'em a dinner when they come back. You must come, Mr. Lisle. Everybody here must come," old Sarradet went on, and shuffled round the room, asking everyone to come to the dinner. "And now, one more glass of champagne! Oh yes, you must! Yes, you too, Amabel--and you, Mildred! Come, girls, a little drop! Here's a health to the Happy Pair and to Sarradet's Limited!" "The Happy Pair and Sarradet's Limited!" repeated everybody before they drank. "_And_ Sarradet's Limited!" reiterated the old man, taking a second gulp. "I don't know when he'll stop," whispered Joe Halliday. "If we don't want to get screwed, we'd better make a bolt of it, Arthur." So they did, and went for a stroll in the Park to cool their heads. "Well, that's good-bye to them!" said Joe, when he had lit his cigar. "And it's good-bye to me for a bit too. I'm sailing the day after to-morrow. Going to Canada." "Are you? Rather sudden, isn't it? Going to be gone long?" "I don't know. Just as things turn out. I may be back in a couple of months; I may not turn up again till I'm a Colonial Premier or something of that sort. The fact is, I've got into no end of a good thing out there. A cert.--well, practically a cert. I wish I'd been able to put you in for a thou. or two, old fellow." "No, thanks! No, thanks!" exclaimed Arthur, laughing. "But it wasn't to be done. All I could do to get in myself! Especially as I'm pretty rocky. However they wanted my experience----" "Of Canada? Have you ever been there?"