"My friend the Baron thought this not exactly the time to"--Dick stopped a moment; you might have knocked down those four young gentlemen, though four finer specimens of humanity no aristocracy in Europe could produce--you might have knocked them down with a feather! "But," renewed Avenel, not finishing his sentence, "I have made it a rule in life never to lose securing a good opportunity; in short, to make the most of the present moment. And," added he with a smile which froze the blood in Lord Spendquick's veins, "the rule has made me a very warm man! Therefore, gentlemen, allow me to present you each with one of these"--every hand retreated behind the back of its well-born owner--when, to the inexpressible relief of all, Dick concluded with--"a little _soiree dansante_," and extended four cards of invitation. "Most happy!" exclaimed Spendquick. "I don't dance in general; but to oblige X---- I mean to have a better acquaintance, sir, with _you_--I would dance on the tight-rope." There was a good-humored, pleasant laugh at Lord Spendquick's enthusiasm, and a general shaking of hands and pocketing of the invitation cards. "You don't look like a dancing man," said Avenel, turning to the wit, who was plump and somewhat gouty--as wits who dine out five days in the week generally are; "but we shall have supper at one o'clock." Infinitely offended and disgusted, the wit replied dryly, "that every hour of his time was engaged for the rest of the season," and, with a stiff salutation to the Baron, took his departure. The rest, in good spirits, hurried away to their respective cabriolets, and Leslie was following them into the hall, when the Baron, catching bold of him, said, "Stay, I want to talk to you." CHAPTER XIV. The Baron turned into his drawing-room, and Leslie followed. "Pleasant young men, those," said Levy, with a slight sneer, as he threw himself into an easy-chair and stirred the fire. "And not at all proud; but, to be sure, they are--under great obligations to me. Yes; they owe me a great deal. _Apropos_, I have had a long talk with Frank Hazeldean--fine young man--remarkable capacities for business. I can arrange his affairs for him. I find, on reference to the Will Office, that you were quite right, the Casino property is entailed on Frank. He will have the fee simple. He can dispose of the reversion entirely. So that there will be no difficulty in our arrangements." "But I told you also that Frank had scruples about borrowing on the event of his father's death." "Ay--you did so. Filial affection! I never take that into account in matters of business. Such little scruples, though they are highly honorable to human nature, soon vanish before the prospect of the King's Bench. And, too, as you so judiciously remarked, our clever young friend is in love with Madame di Negra." "Did he tell you that?" "No; but Madame di Negra did!"