"A tumbler of the old Marcobrunner, David, and a slice of the game pie--before I say one word about what we owe to that angel upstairs.

Off with the wine, my dear boy; you look as pale as death!" With those words Mr.Engelman lit his pipe, and waited in silence until the good eating and drinking had done their good work.
"Now carry your mind back to last night," he began.

"You remember my going out to get a breath of fresh air.

Can you guess what that meant ?" I guessed of course that it meant a visit to Madame Fontaine.
"Quite right, David.

I promised to call on her earlier in the day; but poor Keller's illness made that impossible.