Well, if you're going North I'd better begin to get ready." "What have you got to do ?" "One or two friends of mine who preside in the Temple of Chance yonder.
Oh, don't assume that babyish pout! I've won enough back to keep going for the balance of the time we remain." Portlaw, pleased and relieved, finished his claret.
"You've a few ladies to take leave of, also," he said briskly.
"Really, Portlaw!"-- in gentle admonition.
"Haw! Haw!" roared Portlaw, startling the entire cafe; "you'd better get busy.

There'll be a run on the bank.

There'll be a waiting line before Malcourt & Co.

opens for business, each fair penitent with her little I.O.U.to be cashed! Haw! Haw! Sad dog! Bad dog! The many-sided Malcourt! Come on; I've got a motor across the--" "And I've an appointment with several superfluous people and a girl," said Malcourt drily.

Then he glanced at the blond companion of the count who continued crumbling bread between her brilliantly ringed fingers as though she had never before seen Louis Malcourt.