Two weeks later Grenfall Lorry was landed and enjoying the
sensations, the delights of that wonderful world called by the
name of Paris. The second day after his arrival he met a
Harvard man of his time on the street. Harry Anguish had been
a pseudo art student for two years. When at college he was a
hail-fellow-well-met, a leader in athletics and in matters upon which
faculties frown. He and Lorry were warm friends, although
utterly unlike in temperament; to know either of these men was to
like him; between the two one found all that was admirable and
interesting in man. The faults and virtues of each were along
such different lines that they balanced perfectly when lumped
upon the scale of personal estimation. Their unexpected meeting
in Paris, was as exhilarating pleasure to both, and for the next
week or so they were inseparable. Together they sipped absinthe
at the cafes and strolled into the theaters, the opera, the dance
halls and the homes of some of Anguish's friends, French and
American.

Lorry did not speak to his friend of Graustark until nearly two
weeks after his arrival in the city. He had discussed with
himself the advisability of revealing his plans to Anguish,
fearing the latter's ridicule with all the cowardice of a man who
knows that scoffing is, in a large measure, justifiable. Growing
impatient to begin the search for the unheard-of country, its
capital and at least one of its inhabitants, he was at last
compelled to inform Anguish, to a certain extent, of his plans
for the future. He began by telling him of his intention to take
a run over toward Vienna, Buda-Pesth and some of the Eastern