ctly painted as Hamlet. He combined all
the grandest ideas of his class with a certain 'disinvoltura'--a sort of
high bred levity--that relieved his sternness, and made him much better
company than such fellows as Laertes and Horatio."

"When you saw luck turning, why didn't you leave off?"

"Why not ask why the luck turned before I left off? That would be the
really philosophic inquiry. Isn't it chilly?"

"I'm not cold, but I'm greatly provoked."

"So am I for _you_; for I haven't got enough to repay you, but trust me
to arrange the matter in the morning. The landlord will see the thing
with the eyes of his calling: he'll soon perceive that the son-in-law
of a man who travels with two carriages, and can't speak one word of
French, is one to be trusted. I mean him to cash a bill for us before
I leave. Old Rep's white hat and brown spencer are guarantees for fifty
thousand francs in any city of Europe. There is a solvent vulgarity in
the very creak of his shoes."

"Oh! he's not a very distinguished-looking person, certainly," said
Barnard, who now resented the liberty he had himself led the way to.

"There I differ with you; _I_ call him eminently distinguished, and I'd
rather be able to 'come' that cravat tie, and have the pattern of the
dark-green waistcoat with the red spots, than I'd have--what shall I
say?--all the crisp bank paper I lost awhile ago. You are not going in,
surely?" cried he, as the other rang violently at the hotel.

"Yes; I am very tired of this fooling. I wish you hadn't lost that
money."

"Do you remember how it goes, Bob?

'His weary song,
The whole day long,
Was still l'argent, l'argent, l'argent'

She is complaining that though the linnet is singing in the trees, and
the trout leaping in the river, her tiresome husband could only liken
them to the clink of the gold as it fell on the counter? Why, man,
you'll wake the dead if you ring in that fashion!"

"I want to get in."

"Here comes the fellow at last; how disgusted he'll be to find there's
not a five-franc piece between us."

Scarcely was the door opened than Barnard passed in and left him without
even a good-night.

CHAPTER IX. ON THE ROAD

CALVERT'S first care as he entered his room was to ascertain if his
purse was there. It was all safe and untouched. He next lit a cigar, and
opening his window, leaned out to smoke. It was a glorious autumn night,
still, starry and cloudless. Had anyone from the s