Charles raised his hat again, and drew back without one word. He waved his hand to Amelia and walked home with me to Cannes. He seemed deeply dejected. "A penny for your thoughts!" I exclaimed, at last, in a jocular tone, trying feebly to rouse him. He turned to me, and sighed. "I was wondering," he answered, "if _I_ had gone to prison, would Amelia and Isabel have done as much for me?" For myself, I did _not_ wonder. I knew pretty well. For Charles, you will admit, though the bigger rogue of the two, is scarcely the kind of rogue to inspire a woman with profound affection. THE END End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of An African Millionaire, by Grant Allen