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"Faith, sir," said he, "the bullion's scarcer with me than it used to be, as is the case with many a good fellow. I won six hundthred of 'em in a single night, sir, when me kind friend, His Royal Highness the Duke of Kent, was in Gibralther."
Tonsor was calmly counting the pile of bank-notes before him. It was near eleven. This Board would soon commence its session. He stepped into the street, slamming the door after him. "Pretty well, for a beginning!" said Fletcher, meditating, "a shot betwixt wind and water. So much for Bullion's advice. Bullion is a trump, and Sandford be hanged!"
For romping girl or boy might easily destroy a priceless jug, or stain a rug, and ruin Bullion's joy. The guests of Bullion yawn, impatient to be gone, afraid they'll mar some lacquered jar, or tread some fan upon. Down here where Tiller dwells you hear triumphant yells of girls and boys who play with toys, with hoops and horns and bells.
The only place of public worship was the Hotel-Dieu chapel, fifty feet in length by thirty in width. The superior of the Sulpicians was Abbe Souart. Mother Mace was superioress of the Hotel-Dieu, but the mainstay of the institution was the well-known Mademoiselle Mance, who, by the aid of Madame de Bullion's benefactions, had founded it in 1643.
"What is the collateral?" asked Tonsor, slowly raising his wrinkled eyelids. "Bullion's notes for seventeen thousand dollars." "And Bullion gone to protest." "He'll come up again." "Perhaps; but while he is down, I can't do anything with his paper. The truth is, Fletcher, you ought not to have advanced the money for him. Remember, I warned you when you were about to do it."
"I like your pluck," said Bullion. "It doesn't take much pluck to follow Mr. Bullion's lead." "None of your nonsense. How do you know anything about me, or what I am going to do? I may fail to-morrow, God forbid! but when the wind comes, it's the tall trees that are knocked over."
"Keep your advice, and your money, too," said Fletcher, in sullen despair. "I ask for bread, and you give me a stone. Your moral lecture won't pay my debts." He turned away abruptly and went again to Bullion's office. It was still closed. Determined at all hazards to see the man for whom he had risked so much, he went to his house on Beacon Hill. The servant said Mr. Bullion was not at home.
Madame de la Peltrie did not remain more than two years in Ville-Marie, but returned to the convent at Quebec which she had left in a moment of caprice. Mdlle. Mance, who was Madame de Bullion's friend, remained at the head of the Hotel Dieu.
At breakfast, his wife noticed with intense anxiety his sharpened features and his evident preoccupation of mind. He hurried off, snatching a kiss from the baby and from the mother who held it, and walked towards Bullion's office. He knew Bullion was an early riser, and he felt sure of being able to see him before the usual hour of commencing business.
Hope you got wind of it in time, and made all safe." "Bullion failed!" exclaimed Fletcher, through his chattering teeth. "Then I'm a ruined man!" But a sudden thought struck him, and he asked eagerly, "But the money, haven't you got it still?" "No, paid it over yesterday." "Well, the shares, then?" "No, sorry to say, Bullion's clerk came for them not ten minutes before I heard of the protest."
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