In Paris you meet your friends to a certainty; it catches them every one in turn; so now we must abroad early and late, and cut for trumps.' A meeting with a friend of my father, Mr.Monterez Williams, was the result of our resolute adoption of this system.

He helped us on to Boulogne, where my father met another friend, to whom he gave so sumptuous a dinner that we had not money enough to pay the hotel bill.
'Now observe the inconvenience of leaving Paris,' said he.

'Ten to one we shall have to return.

We will try a week's whistling on the jetty; and if no luck comes, and you will admit, Richie--Mr.Temple, I call your attention to it--that luck will scarcely come in profuse expedition through the narrow neck of a solitary seaport, why, we must return to Paris.' I proposed to write to my aunt Dorothy for money, but he would not hear of that.

After two or three days of whistling, I saw my old friend, Mr.
Bannerbridge, step out of the packetboat.