Guy and the two Frenchmen filled their pockets with cigarettes.

When the bills came Guy found that his own was a trifle, and Monsieur Louis waved aside all protest.
"We are hosts to-night, my young friend," he declared with charming insistence.

"Another time you shall have your turn.

You must come round to the club to-morrow, and we will arrange for some sport.

_Allons!_" They crowded out together amidst a chorus of farewells.