called Narramore. When I got Dengate's money I went to Narramore,
and I told him what use I was going to make of it."

"That's what you haven't told me," remarked the listener.

"I will, now that you can understand me. I resolved to go right away
from all the sights and sounds that I hated, and to live a man's
life, for just as long as the money would last."

"What do you mean by a man's life?"

"Why, a life of enjoyment, instead of a life not worthy to be called
life at all. This is part of it, this evening. I have had enjoyable
hours since I left Dudley, but never yet one like this. And because
I owe it to you, I shall remember you with gratitude as long as I
remember any. thing at all."

"That's a mistake," said Eve. "You owe the enjoyment, whatever it
is, to your money, not to me."

"You prefer to look at it in that way. Be it so. I had a delightful
month in Paris, but I was driven back to England by loneliness. Now,
if _you_ had been there! If I could have seen you each evening for
an hour or two, had dinner with you at the restaurant, talked with
you about what I had seen in the day--but that would have been
perfection, and I have never hoped for more than moderate, average
pleasure--such as ordinary well-to-do men take as their right."

"What did you do in Paris?"