to spend what one wins," observed Mr. Marsden,
sententiously; "and I see you have been at the jeweller's! A present for
Cecile? Well, don't blush, my dear fellow. What is life without women?"

"And wine?" said a second. "And play?" said a third. "And wealth?" said
a fourth.

"And you enjoy them all! Happy fellow!" said a fifth. The Outcast pulled
his hat over his brows, and walked away.

"This dear Paris," said Beaufort, as his eye carelessly and
unconsciously followed the dark form retreating through the
arches;--"this dear Paris! I must make the most of it while I stay! I
have only been here a few weeks, and next week I must go."

"Pooh--your health is better: you don't look like the same man."

"You think so really? Still I don't know: the doctors say that I must
either go to the German waters--the season is begun--or--"

"Or what?"

"Live less with such pleasant companions, my dear fellow! But as you
say, what is life without--"

"Women!"

"Wine!"

"Play!"

"Wealth!"

"Ha! ha. 'Throw physic to the dogs: I'll none of it!'"

And Arthur leaped lightly on his saddle, and as he rode gaily on,
humming the favourite air of the last opera, the hoofs of his horse
splashed the mud over a foot-passenger halting at the crossing. Morton
checked the fiery exclamation rising to his lips; and gazing after
the brilliant form that hurried on towards the Champs Elysees, his eye
caught the statues on the bridge, and a voice, as of a cheering angel,
whispered again to his heart, "TIME, FAITH, ENERGY!"

The expression of his countenance grew calm at once, and as he continued
his rambles it was with a mind that, casting off the burdens of the
past, looked serenely and steadily on the obstacles and hardships of
the future. We have seen that a scruple of conscience or of pride, not
without its nobleness, had made him refuse the importunities of Gawtrey
for less sordid raiment; the same feeling made it his custom to avoid
sharing the luxurious and dainty food with which Gawtrey was wont
to regale himself. For that strange man, whose wonderful felicity of
temperament and constitution rendered him, in all circumstances, keenly
alive to the hearty and animal enjoyments of life, would still emerge,
as the day declined, from their wretched apartment, and, trusting to his
disguises, in which indeed he possessed a masterly art, repair to one of
the better description of restaurants, and feast away his cares for the
moment. Willia