Hurstwood knew Caryoe quite well, having drunk a glass now and then with him, in company with several others, when tie conversation was general.

Drouet had what was a help in his business, a moderate sense of humor, and could tell a good story when the occasion required.

He could talk races with Hurstwood, tell interesting incidents concerning himself and his experiences with women, and report the state of trade in the cities which he visited, and so managed to make himself almost invariably agreeable.

To-night he was particularly so, since his report to the company had been favorably commented upon, his new samples had been satisfactorily selected, and his trip marked out for the next six weeks.
"Why, hello, Charlie, old man," said Hurstwood, as Drouet came in that evening about eight o'clock.

"How goes it ?" The room was crowded.
Drouet shook hands, beaming good nature, and they strolled towards the bar.
"Oh, all right." "I haven't seen you in six weeks.