“Oh, that's soon mended,” she laughed drearily. “The truth is, it's been a good thing for me--your turning up. They're gettin' in too deep water for me, Helene and her friends, and I've broken with the lot, or they've broken with me, whichever it is. We couldn't hang together after the fightin' we've done to-day. I had to do a lot of threatenin' and things. Welch was ugly, so I had to be ugly too. Never mind”--she checked an uncertain effort of his to speak--“I saw what you were like, soon as we sat down at the table last night--how new you were and all that. It needed only a glance to see that Helene had made a mistake about you. She'd got a notion you were a millionaire like the little Cooley, but I knew better from your talk. She's clever, but she's French, and she can't get it out of her head that you could be an American and not a millionaire. Of course, they _all_ knew better when you brought out your express checks and talked like somebody in one of the old-time story-books about 'debts of honor.' Even Helene understood then that the express checks were all you had.” She laughed. “I didn't have any trouble gettin' the _note_ back!” She paused again for a moment, then resumed: “There isn't much use our goin' over it all, but I want you to know one thing. Your little friend Cooley made it rather clear that he accused Helene and me of signalin'. Well, I didn't. Perhaps that's the reason you didn't lose as much as he did; I can't say. And one thing more: all this isn't goin' to do you any harm. I'm not very keen about philosophy and religion and that, but I believe if you're let in for a lot of trouble, and it only _half_ kills you, you can get some good of it.” “Do you think,” he stammered--“do you think I'm worth saving?” She smiled faintly and said: “You've probably got a sweetheart in the States somewhere--a nice girl, a pretty young thing who goes to church and thinks you're a great man, perhaps? Is it so?” “I am not worthy,” he began, choked suddenly, then finished--“to breathe the same air!” “That's quite right,” Lady Mount-Rhyswicke assured him. “Think what you'd think of her if she'd got herself into the same sort of scrape by doin' the things you've been doin'! And remember _that_ if you ever feel impatient with her, or have any temptations to superiority in times to come. And yet”--for the moment she spoke earnestly--“you go back to your little girl, but don't you tell her a word of this. You couldn't even tell her that meetin' you has helped me, because she wouldn't understand.” “Nor do I. I can't.” “Oh, it's simple. I saw that if I was gettin' down to where I was robbin' babies and orphans....” The cab halted. “Here's your corner. I told him only to go round the block and come back. Good-by. I'm off for Amalfi. It's a good place to rest.” He got out dazedly, and the driver cracked his whip over the little horse; but Mellin lifted a detaining hand.