Savrola had scarcely time to smoke a cigarette before the Revolutionary leaders began to arrive. Moret was the first; he rang the bell violently, stamping about on the doorstep till it was answered, ran upstairs three steps at a time, and burst impetuously into the room, aquiver with excitement. "Ah," he cried, "the hour has come,--not words but deeds now! We draw the sword in a good cause; for my part I shall fling away the scabbard; Fortune is on our side." "Yes," said Savrola; "have some whisky and soda-water,--on the sideboard there. It is a good drink to draw the sword on,--the best in fact." Moret somewhat abashed turned and walking to the table began opening a soda-water bottle. As he poured out the spirit the clinking of glass and bottle betrayed his agitation. Savrola laughed softly. Turning swiftly, his impetuous follower sought to hide his agitation by a fresh outburst. "I have told you throughout," he said, holding his glass on high, "that force was the only solution. It has come, as I predicted. I drink to it,--war, civil war, battle, murder, and sudden death,--by these means liberty will be regained!" "Wonderful soothing effect these cigarettes have. There's no opium in them either,--soft, fresh Egyptians. I get them every week from Cairo. A little, old man I met there three years ago makes them,--Abdullah Rachouan." He held out the box. Moret took one; the business of lighting it steadied him; he sat down and began to smoke furiously. Savrola watched him in dreamy calmness, looking often at the smoke-wreathes that rose about him. Presently he spoke. "So you are glad there is to be war and that people are to be killed?" "I am glad that this tyranny is to be ended." "Remember that we pay for every pleasure and every triumph we have in this world." "I will take my chance." "I trust, I would be glad if I could say with conviction, I pray, that the lot may not fall on you. But it is true nevertheless that we must pay, and for all the good things in life men pay in advance. The principles of sound finance apply." "How do you mean?" asked Moret. "Would you rise in the world? You must work while others amuse themselves. Are you desirous of a reputation for courage? You must risk your life. Would you be strong morally or physically? You must resist temptations. All this is paying in advance; that is prospective finance. Observe the other side of the picture; the bad things are paid for afterwards." "Not always." "Yes, as surely as the headache of Sunday morning follows the debauch of Saturday night, as an idle youth is requited by a barren age, as a gluttonous appetite promotes an ungainly paunch." "And you think I shall have to pay for this excitement and enthusiasm? You think I have paid nothing so far?" "You will have to take risks, that is paying. Fate will often throw double or quits. But on these hazards men should not embark with levity; the gentleman will always think of settling-day."