Her companion watched her enviously.
"It's no use," sighed Adrian Singleton.

"I don't care to go back.
What does it matter?
I am quite happy here." "You will write to me if you want anything, won't you ?" said Dorian, after a pause.
"Perhaps." "Good night, then." "Good night," answered the young man, passing up the steps and wiping his parched mouth with a handkerchief.
Dorian walked to the door with a look of pain in his face.

As he drew the curtain aside, a hideous laugh broke from the painted lips of the woman who had taken his money.

"There goes the devil's bargain!" she hiccoughed, in a hoarse voice.
"Curse you!" he answered, "don't call me that." She snapped her fingers.

"Prince Charming is what you like to be called, ain't it ?" she yelled after him.
The drowsy sailor leaped to his feet as she spoke, and looked wildly round.