By-and-by the party rose from table. The four young noblemen had their engagements elsewhere, and proposed to separate without re-entering the drawing-room. As, in Goethe’s theory, monads which have affinities with each other are irresistibly drawn together, so these gay children of pleasure had, by a common impulse, on rising from table, moved each to each, and formed a group round the fire-place. Randal stood a little apart, musing; the wit examined the pictures through his eye-glass; and Mr. Avenel drew the Baron toward the sideboard, and there held him in whispered conference. This colloquy did not escape the young gentlemen round the fire-place: they glanced toward each other. “Settling the per centage on renewal,” said one, _sotto voce_. “X. Y. does not seem such a very bad fellow,” said another. “He looks rich, and talks rich,” said a third. “A decided independent way of expressing his sentiments; those moneyed men generally have.” “Good heavens!” ejaculated Spendquick, who had been keeping his eye anxiously fixed on the pair. “do look; X. Y. is actually taking out his pocket-book; he is coming this way. Depend on it he has got our bills—mine is due tomorrow.” “And mine too,” said another, edging off. “Why, it is a perfect _guet à pens_.” Meanwhile, breaking away from the Baron, who appeared anxious to detain him, and failing in that attempt, turned aside, as if not to see Dick’s movements—a circumstance which did did not escape the notice of the group, and confirmed all their suspicions, Mr. Avenel, with a serious, thoughtful air, and a slow step, approached the group. Nor did the great Roman general more nervously “flutter the dove-cotes in Corioli,” than did the advance of the supposed X. Y. agitate the bosoms of Lord Spendquick and his sympathizing friends. Pocket-book in hand, and apparently feeling for something formidable within its mystic recesses, step by step came Dick Avenel toward the fire-place. The group stood still, fascinated by horror. “Hum,” said Mr. Avenel, clearing his throat. “I don’t like that hum at all,” muttered Spendquick. “Proud to have made your acquaintance, gentlemen,” said Dick, bowing. The gentlemen, thus addressed, bowed low in return.