A young lady who had visited the Cafe Montmartre alone--well, you might look for her anywhere, but most assuredly in that case if your anxiety was to induce her to return to her friends, you would be a little too late.

Ah! We have arrived.

Now, my friend, I must make you free of the place." Duncombe was fuming with anger, but he had discretion enough to remain silent.
"Do you play Bridge ?" the Baron asked, as they entered the card-room.
"Occasionally," Duncombe assented.
"I will go and see if I can find any men," the Baron remarked.

"I will leave my young friend De Bergillac to entertain you.

The Vicomte de Bergillac--Sir George Duncombe." Duncombe shook hands with a pale, weary-looking youth, whose whole appearance was distinguished by marked symptoms of lassitude and ill-health.