I'll be drinking again. This is the first time I've been sober in a
month. It's drink or morphine or something like. Do you ever see
anything of the old glee boys?"

"Once in a while. You know," said I, lighting a cigarette, "all the
fellows but you and I had money. Most of them are carrying on the
business of their paters and ornamenting dinner parties and cotillions."

"I thought that you had a rich uncle," said Dan.

"I did have, but he is no more," and I told him all about the bequest.

He laughed so long and heartily over it that I was glad for his sake
that it had happened. Already I was beginning to look wholly upon the
humorous side of the affair.

"It is almost too good not to be printed," he said. "But his son may
square matters when he dies."

"I do not want matters squared," I growled. "I can earn a living for a
few years to come. I shan't worry."

"By the way, is that Miss Landors whom you used to rave about in your
letters married yet?"

"No." Miss Landors was Phyllis only to her intimate friends. I called
the waiter and ordered him to replenish my stein, Dan watching me
curiously the while. "No, Miss Landors is not married yet."

"I have often wondered what she looked like," he mused.