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o-morrow morning--in notes?" "I remember I advised you not to sell just now; after we had finished the sweetbread and had gone on to a creme renversee--very good one, too. Yes, it is a bad time to sell. Things are uncertain in France just now. One cannot even get one's meals properly served. Cook's head is full of politics, I suppose." "To-morrow morning--in notes," repeated Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence. "Now, your man at Royan was excellent--kept his head all through--and a light hand, too. Got him with you in Paris?" "No, I have not. To-morrow morning, about ten o'clock--in notes." And Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence tapped a neat gloved finger on the corner of the table with some determination. "I remember--at dessert--you told me you wanted to realise a considerable sum of money at the beginning of the year, to put into some business venture. Is this part of that sum?" "Yes," returned the lady, arranging her veil. "A venture of Dormer Colville's, I think you told me--while we were having coffee. One never gets coffee hot enough in a private house, but yours was all right." "Yes," mumbled Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence, behind her quick finger, busy with the veil. Beneath the sleepy lids John Turner's eyes, which were small and deep-sunken in the flesh, like the eyes of a pig, noted in passing that his client's cheeks were momentarily pink. "I hope you don't mean to suggest that there is anything unsafe in Mr. Colville as a business man?" "Heaven forbid!" ejaculated Turner. "On the contrary, he is most enterprising. And I know no one who smokes a better cigar than Colville--when he can get it. And the young fellow seemed nice enough." "Which young fellow?" inquired the lady, sharply. "His young friend--the man who was with him. I think you told me, after luncheon, that Colville required the money to start his young friend in business." "Never!" laughed Mrs. St. Pierre Lawrence, who, if she felt momentarily uneasy, was quickly reassured. For this was one of those fortunate ladies who go through life with the comforting sense of being always cleverer than their neighbour. If the neighbour happen to be a man, and a stout one, the conviction is the stronger for those facts. "Never! I never told you that. You must have dreamt it." "Perhaps I did," admitted the banker, placidly. "I am afraid I often feel sleepy after luncheon. Perhaps I dreamt it. But I could not hand such a sum in notes to an unprotecte
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