I hurried, however, to the Vicomte's favourite club, and learned that he had not been seen there.

His habits being more or less known to me, I prosecuted my search in such quarters as seemed likely, but without success.
At the Cercle de l'Union I ran against John Turner, who was reading the _Times_ there.
"Ah!" he said, "young Howard.

Come to lunch, I suppose.

You look hungry--gad, what a twist you had that day! Just in time.

I can tell you what is worth eating." "Thanks; you know such advice is wasted on a country boor like myself.
No; I came seeking the Vicomte de Clericy.