Drake looked at his watch, and started to his feet.

'I must be off,' he said; 'I am late as it is.

You might do something for me, and that is to post these letters.' 'But, man, you are not really going ?' Drake for answer put on his hat and took up his stick.

'Good-bye,' he said.
'But, look here! Do you ask me to believe that you would have been giving me all this advice, if you had really done what that infernal paper makes you out to have done ?' 'I'll give you a final piece of advice too.

Give up philandering and get married!' With that he opened the door and went out, and a few seconds later Fielding heard the sound of his cab-wheels rattle on the pavement.
Drake, on reaching Charing Cross, found that he had more time to spare than he had reckoned.