hould he now send up the bottle of Sauterne?"--but to this Mr
Palliser demurred.

"And to whom should the receipted bill be given?" Mr Palliser thought
that the landlord had better keep it himself for a while.

"Perhaps there is some little difficulty?" suggested the landlord.

Mr Palliser acknowledged that there was a little difficulty. He knew
that he must do something more. He could not simply pay the bill
and go away. That would not satisfy his wife. He knew that he must
do something more; but how was he to do it? So at last he let the
landlord into his confidence. He did not tell the whole of Burgo's
past history. He did not tell that little episode in Burgo's life
which referred to Lady Glencora. But he did make the landlord
understand that he was willing to administer money to Mr Fitzgerald,
if only it could only be administered judiciously.

"You can't keep him out of the gambling salon, you know, sir; that
is, not if he has a franc in his pocket." As to that the landlord was
very confident.

It was at last arranged, that the landlord was to tell Burgo that his
bill did not signify at present, and that the use of the hotel was to
be at Burgo's command for the next three months. At the end of that
time he was to have notice to quit. No money was to be advanced to
him;--but the landlord, even in this respect, had a discretion.

"When I get home, I will see what can be done with his relations
there," said Mr Palliser. Then he went home and told his wife.

"But he'll have no clothes," said Lady Glencora.

Mr Palliser said that the judicious landlord would manage that also;
and in that way Lady Glencora was appeased,--appeased, till something
final could be done for the young man, on Mr Palliser's return home.

Poor Burgo! He must now be made to end his career as far as these
pages are concerned. He soon found that something had been done for
him at the hotel, and no doubt he must have made some guess near
the truth. The discreet landlord told him nothing,--would tell him
nothing; but that his bill did not signify as yet. Burgo, thinking
about it, resolved to write about it in an indignant strain to Mr
Palliser; but the letter did not get itself written. When in England,
Mr Palliser saw Sir Cosmo Monk, and with many apologies, told him
what he had done.

"I regret it," said Sir Cosmo, in anger. "I regret it; not for the
money's sake, but I regret it." The amount expended, was however
repaid to Mr Palliser