"Understand me," continued Van Tromp; "I am a man of the world. And yet--once an artist always an artist. All of a sudden a thought takes me in the street; I become its prey; it's like a pretty woman; no use to struggle; I must--dash it off." "I see," said Dick. "Yes," pursued the painter; "it all comes easily, easily to me; it is not my business; it's a pleasure. Life is my business--life--this great city, Paris--Paris after dark--its lights, its gardens, its odd corners. Aha!" he cried, "to be young again! The heart is young, but the heels are leaden. A poor, mean business, to grow old! Nothing remains but the _coup d'oeil_, the contemplative man's enjoyment, Mr. ----," and he paused for the name. "Naseby," returned Dick. The other treated him at once to an exciting beverage, and expatiated on the pleasure of meeting a compatriot in a foreign land; to hear him, you would have thought they had encountered in Central Africa. Dick had never found any one take a fancy to him so readily, nor show it in an easier or less offensive manner. He seemed tickled with him as an elderly fellow about town might be tickled by a pleasant and witty lad; he indicated that he was no precisian, but in his wildest times had never been such a blade as he thought Dick. Dick protested, but in vain. This manner of carrying an intimacy at the bayonet's point was Van Tromp's stock-in-trade. With an older man he insinuated himself; with youth he imposed himself, and in the same breath imposed an ideal on his victim, who saw that he must work up to it or lose the esteem of this old and vicious patron. And what young man can bear to lose a character for vice? As last, as it grew towards dinner-time, "Do you know Paris?" asked Van Tromp. "Not so well as you, I am convinced," said Dick. "And so am I," returned Van Tromp gaily. "Paris! My young friend--you will allow me?--when you know Paris as I do, you will have seen Strange Things. I say no more; all I say is, Strange Things. We are men of the world, you and I, and in Paris, in the heart of civilised existence. This is an opportunity, Mr. Naseby. Let us dine. Let me show you where to dine."