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I've a habit of carrying all my money in bills, and a fool trick, too. Well, I'm cured of it!" "Oh, if it were only a little money and nothing else that I'd lost! The money means nothing." Mellin choked. "I suppose you're pretty well fixed. Well, so am I," Cooley shook his head, "but money certainly means something to me!"
Mellin was pleased, because he thought he would have the Countess's face toward him. Anything would have pleased him just then. "This is the kind of table everybody ought to have," he observed to the party in general, as he finished his first glass of champagne. "I'm going to have it like this at my place in the States if I ever decide to go back.
As the lovely Helene pronounced that word, Lady Mount-Rhyswicke was leaning forward to replace Mellin's empty glass upon the table. "I don't care whether you're a widow or not!" he shouted furiously. And he resoundingly kissed her massive shoulder. For a time Mellin sat grimly observing this inexplicable merriment with a cold smile.
"You were pointed out to me in Paris," continued Cornish. "I found where you were staying and called on you the next day, but you had just started for the Riviera." He hesitated, glancing at Mellin. "Can you give me half a dozen words with you in private?" "You'll have to excuse me, I'm afraid. I've only got about ten minutes to dress. See you to-morrow."
It was absolutely necessary to ask Cooley for help, to beg him for a loan. But he could not. He saw Cooley's hand on the doorknob; saw the door swing open. "Good-by, again," Cooley said; "and good luck to you!" Mellin's will strove desperately with the shame that held him silent. The door was closing. "Oh, Cooley," called Mellin hoarsely. "Yes. What?" "J-j-just good-by," said Mellin.
The Englishman drew certain conclusions in regard to this reply, since it permitted a waiting friend to consume three long tumblers of brandy-and-soda before it was finished. However, Mr. Sneyd kept his reflections to himself, and, when the epistle had been dispatched by a messenger, took the American's arm and led him to the "American Bar" of the hotel, a region hitherto unexplored by Mellin.
Mellin laughed heartily at everything the Honorable Chandler Pedlow said. "This is life," remarked the young man to his fair neighbor. "What is? Sittin' round a table, eatin' and drinkin'?" "Ah, lovely skeptic!"
"You ain't goin' to make her out a liar? I tell you, when the Countess de Vaurigard says a man 's game, he is game!" He laid his big paw cordially on Mellin's shoulder and smiled, lowering his voice to a friendly whisper. "And I'll bet ten thousand dollars right out of my pants pocket you are game, too!" He pressed a glass into the other's hand. Smiling feebly, the embarrassed Mellin accepted it.
"You comin' or not?" "Can't you see me?" answered Mellin hilariously, entering with Madame de Vaurigard, who was rosy with laughter. "Peculiar thing to look at a man and not see him." Candles were lit in many sconces on the walls, and the card-table had been pushed to the centre of the room, little towers of blue, white and scarlet counters arranged upon it in orderly rows like miniature castles.
"If Mr. Mellin does not feel too ill," said Cornish dryly; "I know how painful such cases sometimes " "No." Mellin moistened his parched lips and made a pitiful effort to smile. "I'll be all right very soon." "I am very sorry," began the journalist, "that I wasn't able to get a few words with Mr. Cooley yesterday evening.
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