will clear you?"
"Fifty more I think will do. How good you are!"
"I will bring it with me to-morrow morning."
"In notes please, will you? French money. I find I shall want it to pay
some little things at once, and the time is short."
I thought nothing of the matter. The next day at lunch I gave him the
money in French notes. That night I said to him:
"You know we are going away to-morrow evening: I hope you'll be ready? I
have got the tickets for the _Train de Luxe_."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he cried, "I can't be ready."
"What is it now?" I asked.
"Well, it's money. Some more debts have come in."
"Why will you not be frank with me, and tell me what you owe? I will
give you a cheque for it. I don't want to drag it out of you bit by bit.
Tell me a sum that will make you free, and I will give it to you. I want
you to have a perfect six months, and how can you if you are bothered
with debts?"
"How kind you are to me! Do you really mean it?"
"Of course I do."
"Really?" he said.
"Yes," I said, "tell me what it is."
"I think, I believe ... would another fifty be too much?"
"I will give it you to-morrow. Are you sure that will be enough?"
"Oh, yes, Frank; but let's go on Sunday. Sunday is such a good day for
travelling, and it's always so dull everywhere, we might just as well
spend it on the train. Besides, no one travels on Sunday in France, so
we are sure to be able to take our ease in our train. Won't Sunday do,
Frank?"
"Of course it will," I replied laughing; but a day or two later he was
again embarrassed, and again told me it was money, and then he confessed
to me that he was afraid at first I should not have paid all his debts,
if I had known how much they were, and so he thought by telling me of
them little by little, he would make sure at least of something. This
pitiful, pitiable confession depressed me on his account. It showed
practice in such petty tricks and all too little pride. Of course it did
not alter my admiration of his qualities; nor weaken in any degree my
resolve to give him a fair chance. If he could be saved, I was
determined to save him.
We met at the Gare de Lyons on Sunday evening. I found he had dined at
the buffet: there was a surprising number of empty bottles on the table;
he seemed terribly depressed.
"Someone was dining with me, Frank, a friend," he offered by way of
explanation.
"Why did he not wait? I should like to have seen him."
"Oh, he was n
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