And he laughed to himself again as though savouring a jest. He slipped an arm through mine and walked to the door. "Good morning, gentlemen," he said. "Marston, _au revoir!_" And with a twirl of his hat, he stepped into the outer room. His servant was sleeping upon a bench, and he woke him up and bade him fetch the money and follow home. The morning was cold, and we set off at a brisk pace towards Monmouth Square, Elmscott chatting loudly the while, with ever and again, I thought, a covert laugh at me. I only pressed on the harder. It was not merely that I was vexed by his quizzing demeanour; but the moment I was free from that tawdry hell, and began to breathe fresh air in place of the heavy reek of perfumes and wine, the fulness of my disloyalty rolled in upon my conscience, so that Elmscott's idle talk made me sicken with repulsion; for he babbled ever about cards and dice and the feminine caprice of luck. "What ails you, Morrice?" at length he inquired, seeing that I had no stomach for his mirth. "You look as spiritless as a Quaker." "I was thinking," I replied, in some irritation, for he clapped me on the back as he spoke, "that it must be sorely humiliating for a man of your age either to win money or lose it when you have a mere stripling to oppose you." "A man of my age, indeed!" he exclaimed. "And what age do you take to be mine, Mr. Buckler?" He turned his face angrily towards me, and I scanned it with great deliberation. "It would not be fair," I answered, with a shake of the head. "It would not be fair for me to hazard a guess. Two nights at play may well stamp middle-age upon youth, and decrepitude upon middle-age." At this he knew not whether to be mollified or yet more indignant, and so did the very thing I had been aiming at--he held his tongue. Thus we proceeded in a moody silence until we were hard by Soho. Then he asked suddenly: "What drags you in such a scurry to Bristol?" "I would give much to know myself," I answered. "I journey thither at the instance of a friend who lies in dire peril. But that is the whole sum of my knowledge. I have not so much as a hint of the purport of my service." "A friend! What friend?" he inquired with something of a start, and looked at me earnestly. "Sir Julian Harnwood," said I, and he stopped abruptly in his walk. "Ah!" he said; then he looked on the ground, and swore a little to himself. "You know what threatens him?" said I; but he made me no answer and resumed his walk, quickening his pace. "Tell me!" I entreated. "His servant came to me at Leyden six days ago, but was seized by a fit or ever he could out with his message. So I learnt no more than this--that Julian lies in Bristol gaol and hath need of me." "But the assizes begin to-day," he interrupted, with an air of triumph. "You are over-late to help him." "Ah, no!" I pleaded. "I may yet reach there in time. Julian may haply be amongst the last to come to trial?"