During luncheon my host recovered his spirits; although, to do him justice, he was melancholy enough when he remembered his recent loss. Once or twice he threw down his knife and fork, and for quite three minutes all food and drink were nauseous to him. "Ah!" he cried, "that poor old man. It tears the heart to think of him." He sat for a few moments with his chin in the palm of his hand, and then slowly took up again the things of this life, wielding them heartily enough. "I wonder," he went on in a reflective voice, "if I did my duty towards him. It was not difficult, only to make a splash and spend money, and I did that--beautifully!" "Coffee and chartreuse," he said to the waiter, when we had finished. "And leave the bottle on the table. You know," he added, addressing me, his face beaming with conscious pride, his hand laid impressively on my arm--"you know this club drinks chartreuse in claret glasses. It is our great distinguishing feature." While religiously observing this law we fell to discussing the future. "One cannot," observed my companion, philosophically, "bring on the thunder-storm, however heavy the air may be. One can only gasp and wait. I suppose the crash will come soon enough. But tell me how I stand; I have not had time to think the last few days." He had, indeed, thought only of others. "We have," answered I, "done all that is possible to stop the payment of these cheques; but a clever villain might succeed in realising them one by one in different parts of the world, and thus outwit us." "I wonder how it is," said my companion, afloat on a side issue like any woman, "that a fool like myself--an incompetent ass with no brains, eh?--always finds such a friend as you." He leant forward and tapped me on the chest in his impulsive way, as if sounding that part of me. "A solid man," he added, apparently satisfied with the investigation. "I do not know," answered I, truthfully enough; "unless it be that solid men are fools enough to place themselves in such a position." "How have you placed yourself in such a position? When you have finished that cup of coffee--you have no sugar, by the way--you have but to take your hat and--'_Bon jour._' You leave me still in your debt." With a few quick gestures he illustrated his argument, so that I saw myself--somewhat stiff and British, with my hat upon my head--quit the room, having wished him good day, and leaving him overwhelmed in my debt in a chair. "I told your father that I would share the responsibility as regarded the safety of his money," I replied. "It was said only half in earnest, but he took it seriously." "Ah! the poor, dear man! He always took money matters seriously," put in Alphonse.