He had no more ready money to go anywhere else; he would have to borrow from Archie the next club-night; and ill as he thought of his host's manners, he was sure of his practical generosity.

Frank's resemblance to Talleyrand strikes me as imaginary; but at least not Talleyrand himself could have more obediently taken his lesson from the facts.

He met Archie at dinner without resentment, almost with cordiality.

You must take your friends as you find them, he would have said.

Archie couldn't help being his father's son, or his grandfather's, the hypothetical weaver's, grandson.