all the zest of exercise and enjoyment. I waited for his approach, as did also Amiel, who as usual timed his appearance in the hotel corridor in exact accordance with the moment of his master's arrival. Rimânez smiled as he caught sight of me, touching his hat with the handle of his whip by way of salutation. "You slept late, Tempest"--he said, as he dismounted and threw the reins to a groom who had cantered up after him,--"To-morrow you must come with me and join what they call in fashionable slang parlance the Liver Brigade. Once upon a time it was considered the height of indelicacy and low breeding to mention the 'liver' or any other portion of one's internal machinery,--but we have done with all that now, and we find a peculiar satisfaction in discoursing of disease and unsavoury medical matters generally. And in the Liver Brigade you see at a glance all those interesting fellows who have sold themselves to the devil for the sake of the flesh-pots of Egypt,--men who eat till they are well-nigh bursting, and then prance up and down on good horses,--much too respectable beasts by the way to bear such bestial burdens--in the hope of getting out of their poisoned blood the evil they have themselves put in. They think me one of them, but I am not." He patted his mare and the groom led her away, the foam of her hard ride still flecking her glossy chest and forelegs. "Why do you join the procession then?" I asked him, laughing and glancing at him with undisguised approval as I spoke, for he seemed more admirably built than ever in his well-fitting riding gear--"You are a fraud!" "I am!" he responded lightly--"And do you know I am not the only one in London! Where are you off to?" "To those lawyers who wrote to me last night;--Bentham and Ellis is the name of the firm. The sooner I interview them the better,--don't you think so?" "Yes--but see here,"--and he drew me aside--"You must have some ready cash. It doesn't look well to apply at once for advances,--and there is really no necessity to explain to these legal men that you were on the verge of starvation when their letter arrived. Take this pocket-book,--remember you promised to let me be your banker,--and on your way you might go to some well-reputed tailor and get properly rigged out. Ta-ta!" He moved off at a rapid pace,--I hurried after him, touched to the quick by his kindness. "But wait--I say--Lucio!" And I called him thus by his familiar name for the first time. He stopped at once and stood quite still. "Well?" he said, regarding me with an attentive smile. "You don't give me time to speak"--I answered in a low voice, for we were standing in one of the public corridors of the hotel--"The fact is I have some money, or rather I can get it directly,--Carrington sent me a draft for fifty pounds in his letter--I forgot to tell you about it. It was very good of him to lend it to me,--you had better have it as security for this pocket-book,--by-the-bye how much is there inside it?"