"Well," returned Dearborn, "to tell you the truth, I feel as if I were robbing a sleeping man to take it, for I know how fiendishly hungry you must be. But, by Jove, I haven't had a thing to eat since"--and he laughed--"since I was a child." He rinsed the glass that had held the bromide, poured out some black coffee for himself and took half of Fairfax's bread and half of his flower-stamped butter, and devoured it eagerly. When he had finished he wiped his mouth and genially held out his hand. "Ever been hungry?" Antony did not tell him how lately. "Good," nodded Dearborn, "I understand. Passing through Paris?" "Just arrived." "Well, I've been here for two whole years. By the way," he questioned Antony, "you haven't told me your name." Fairfax hesitated because of a fancy that had come into his mind when he had discovered the loss of his fortune. "Thomas Rainsford," he said; then, for he could not deny his home, "from New Orleans." "Ah!" exclaimed his companion, "that's why you speak such ripping French. Now, do you know, to hear me you wouldn't think I'd seen a gendarme or a Parisian pavement. My Western accent, you must have remarked it, refuses to mix with a foreign language. I can speak French," he said calmly, "but they can't understand me yet; I have been here two years." There was a knock at the door. Dearborn started and held up his hand. "If Monsieur will give me his boots," suggested the mellow voice of Alphonse, "I will clean them." Fairfax picked up his boots, the big shoe and the smaller one, and handed out the pair through a crack in the door. When once again the rabbit steps had pattered away--"Go on dressing," Dearborn said, "don't let me stop you. You don't mind my sitting here a minute until Alphonse does with his boot-cleaning operations. He's a magician at that. They keep their boots clean, here, if they don't wash." Dearborn made himself comfortable, accepted a cigarette from the packet the landlady had given Fairfax, and put his feet on the chair that Fairfax had vacated. "I went out last night to a little supper with some friends of mine. The banquet rather used me up." He smiled, and Fairfax saw how he looked when he was more himself. His hair, as the water dried on it, was reddish, he was clean-shaven, his teeth were white and sound, his smile agreeable. "Now, if I hadn't been drunk, I shouldn't have come back to the Universe. I was due a quarter of a mile away from here. They'll keep me when they find me. I haven't paid my bill here to Madame Poulet for six weeks. But they are decent, trustful sort of people and can't believe a chap won't ever pay. But I was fool enough to leave my father's cable in my room and Madame Poulet had it translated. I grant you it wasn't encouraging for a creditor, Rainsford." Antony heard his name used for the first time, the R's rolled and made the most of. It seemed to bring back the dead.