"My servants are taking care of me.

I can pay my way here, and it's about the only place in which I can pay it, and I want to tell you frankly, Talbot, that I am very happy to be here--am very glad, really, to get such a place.

No one could be more devoted than my Todd and Jemima--I shall never forget their kindness." "But you're not a pauper ?" cried the colonel in some heat.
"That was what you were once good enough to call me--the last time we met.

The only change is that then I owed Pawson and that now I owe Todd," he replied, trying to repress a smile, as if the humor of the situation would overcome him if he was not careful.

"Thank you very much, Talbot--and I mean every word of it--but I'll stay where I am, at least for the present." "But the bank is on its legs again," rebounded the colonel, ignoring all reference to the past, his voice gaining in volume.
"So am I," laughed St.George, tapping his lean thighs with his transparent fingers--"on a very shaky pair of legs--so shaky that I shall have to go to bed again pretty soon." "But you're coming out all right, St.George!" Rutter had squared himself in his chair and was now looking straight at his host.