tice to say, that he nobly shared some
portion of his good fortune with me. As far as the creature comforts
were concerned I feasted as well as he, and never was particular as to
settling my share of the reckoning.

Jack now changed his lodgings; had cards, with Captain Attwood engraved
on them, and drove about a prancing cab-horse, as tall as the giraffe at
the Jardin des Plantes; he had as many frogs on his coat as in the old
days, and frequented all the flash restaurateurs' and boarding-houses of
the capital. Madame de Saint Laurent, and Madame la Baronne de Vaudrey,
and Madame la Comtesse de Jonville, ladies of the highest rank, who keep
a societe choisie and condescend to give dinners at five-francs a head,
vied with each other in their attentions to Jack. His was the wing of
the fowl, and the largest portion of the Charlotte-Russe; his was the
place at the ecarte table, where the Countess would ease him nightly of
a few pieces, declaring that he was the most charming cavalier, la fleur
d'Albion. Jack's society, it may be seen, was not very select; nor, in
truth, were his inclinations: he was a careless, daredevil, Macheath
kind of fellow, who might be seen daily with a wife on each arm.

It may be supposed that, with the life he led, his five hundred pounds
of winnings would not last him long; nor did they; but, for some time,
his luck never deserted him; and his cash, instead of growing lower,
seemed always to maintain a certain level: he played every night.

Of course, such a humble fellow as I, could not hope for a continued
acquaintance and intimacy with Attwood. He grew overbearing and cool, I
thought; at any rate I did not admire my situation as his follower and
dependant, and left his grand dinner for a certain ordinary, where
I could partake of five capital dishes for ninepence. Occasionally,
however, Attwood favored me with a visit, or gave me a drive behind his
great cab-horse. He had formed a whole host of friends besides. There
was Fips, the barrister; heaven knows what he was doing at Paris; and
Gortz, the West Indian, who was there on the same business, and Flapper,
a medical student,--all these three I met one night at Flapper's rooms,
where Jack was invited, and a great "spread" was laid in honor of him.

Jack arrived rather late--he looked pale and agitated; and, though he
ate no supper, he drank raw brandy in such a manner as made Flapper's
eyes wink: the poor fellow had but three bottles, and