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‘And you, M. Vandeloup?’ asked Dr Gollipeck, who had been listening to
the young Frenchman’s remarks with great interest; ‘do you not wish to
go to France?’
Vandeloup rose coolly from his chair, and, picking up his book and hat,
turned to the doctor.
‘My dear Monsieur,’ he said, leaning up against the wall in a graceful
manner, ‘I left France to see the world, so until I have seen it I don’t
think it would be worthwhile to return.’
‘Never go back when you have once put your hand to the plough,’ observed
Selina, opportunely, upon which Vandeloup bowed to her.
‘Mademoiselle,’ he said, quietly, with a charming smile, ‘has put the
matter into the shell of a nut; Australia is my plough, and I do not
take my hand away until I have finished with it.’
‘But that deil o’ a Peter,’ said Archie, impatiently.
‘If you will permit me, Madame,’ said Vandeloup, ‘I will write out a
cheque for the amount of money due to him, and you will sign it. I will
go into Ballarat to-morrow, and get him away to Melbourne. I propose
to buy him a box and some clothes, as he certainly is not capable of
getting them himself.’
‘You have a kind heart, M. Vandeloup,’ said Madame, as she assented with
a nod.
A stifled laugh came from the Doctor, but as he was such an extremely
eccentric individual no one minded him.
‘Come, Monsieur,’ said Vandeloup, going to the door, ‘let us be off
to the office and see how much is due to my friend,’ and with a bow to
Madame, he went out.
‘A braw sort o’ freend,’ muttered Archie, as he followed.
‘Quite good enough for him,’ retorted Dr Gollipeck, who overheard him.
Archie looked at him approvingly, nodded his head, and went out after
the Frenchman, but Madame, being a woman and curious, asked the doctor
what he meant.
His reply was peculiar.
‘Our friend,’ he said, putting his handkerchief in his pocket and
seizing his greasy old hat, ‘our friend believes in the greatest
number.’
‘And what is the greatest number?’ asked Madame, innocently.
‘Number one,’ retorted the Doctor, and took his leave abruptly, leaving
two buttons and several pins on the floor as traces of his visit.
CHAPTER XVII
THE BEST OF FRIENDS MUST PART
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