"Have I?" says Bunny. "I've pals down there tonight who will wonder
what has become of me."

Mr. Robert shudders. And, say, it made me feel chilly along the spine
too.

"Well, what now?" says Mr. Robert. "I suppose you expect me to find
you some sort of work?"

"Not at all," says Bunny. "Another of those cigarettes, if you don't
mind. Excellent brand. Thanks. But work? How inconsiderate, Bob! I
wasn't born to be useful. You know that well enough. No, work doesn't
appeal to me."

Mr. Robert flushes up at that. "Then," says he, pointin' stern,
"there's the door."

"Oh, what's the hurry?" says Bunny. "This is heaven to me, all
this,--the old club, you know, and good tobacco, and--say, Bob, if I
might suggest, a pint of that '85 vintage would add just the finishing
touch. Come, I haven't tasted a glass of fizz since--well, I've
forgotten. Just for auld lang syne!"

Mr. Robert gasps, hesitates a second, and then pushes the button.
Bunny inspects the label critical when it's brought in, waves graceful
to Mr. Robert, and slides the bottle back tender into the cooler.

"Ah-h-h!" says he. "And doesn't Henri have any more of those dainty
little caviar canapes on hand? They go well with fizz."

"Canapes," says Mr. Robert to the waiter. "And another box of those
gold-tipped Russians."

"_A vous_!" says Bunny, raisin' a glassful of bubbles and salutin'.
"I'm as thirsty as a camel driver."

"But what I'd like to know," says Mr. Robert, "is what you propose
doing."

"You, my dear fellow," says Bunny, settin' down the glass.

"Truly enterprising!" says Mr. Robert. "But you're going to be
disappointed. In just ten minutes I mean to escort you to the
sidewalk, and then wash my hands of you for good."

Bunny laughs. "Impossible!" says he. "In the first place, you
couldn't sleep tonight, if you did. Secondly, I should hunt you up
tomorrow and make a nuisance of myself."

"You'd be thrown out by a porter," says Mr. Robert.

"Perhaps," says he; "but it wouldn't look nice. I'd be in evening
clothes, you see. The crowd would know at once that I was a gentleman.
Reporters would come. I should tell a most harrowing tale. You'd deny
it, of course; but half the people would believe me. No, no, Bob!
Three hours ago, in my old rags, you might have kicked me into the
gutter, and no one would have made any fuss at all. But now! Why, it
would be absurd! I should make a mighty row over it."

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