“Good evening,” said he, after he had closed the door behind him. “I am told you wish to speak with me.” “We have a desire, sir, to join the Suicide Club,” replied the Colonel. The President rolled his cigar about in his mouth. “What is that?” he said abruptly. “Pardon me,” returned the Colonel, “but I believe you are the person best qualified to give us information on that point.” “I?” cried the President. “A Suicide Club? Come, come! this is a frolic for All Fools’ Day. I can make allowances for gentlemen who get merry in their liquor; but let there be an end to this.” “Call your Club what you will,” said the Colonel, “you have some company behind these doors, and we insist on joining it.” “Sir,” returned the President curtly, “you have made a mistake. This is a private house, and you must leave it instantly.” The Prince had remained quietly in his seat throughout this little colloquy; but now, when the Colonel looked over to him, as much as to say, “Take your answer and come away, for God’s sake!” he drew his cheroot from his mouth, and spoke— “I have come here,” said he, “upon the invitation of a friend of yours. He has doubtless informed you of my intention in thus intruding on your party. Let me remind you that a person in my circumstances has exceedingly little to bind him, and is not at all likely to tolerate much rudeness. I am a very quiet man, as a usual thing; but, my dear sir, you are either going to oblige me in the little matter of which you are aware, or you shall very bitterly repent that you ever admitted me to your ante-chamber.” The President laughed aloud. “That is the way to speak,” said he. “You are a man who is a man. You know the way to my heart, and can do what you like with me. Will you,” he continued, addressing Geraldine, “will you step aside for a few minutes? I shall finish first with your companion, and some of the club’s formalities require to be fulfilled in private.” With these words he opened the door of a small closet, into which he shut the Colonel. “I believe in you,” he said to Florizel, as soon as they were alone; “but are you sure of your friend?” “Not so sure as I am of myself, though he has more cogent reasons,” answered Florizel, “but sure enough to bring him here without alarm. He has had enough to cure the most tenacious man of life. He was cashiered the other day for cheating at cards.” “A good reason, I daresay,” replied the President; “at least, we have another in the same case, and I feel sure of him. Have you also been in the Service, may I ask?” “I have,” was the reply; “but I was too lazy, I left it early.” “What is your reason for being tired of life?” pursued the President. “The same, as near as I can make out,” answered the Prince; “unadulterated laziness.” The President started. “D—n it,” said he, “you must have something better than that.”