Frenchman, who brings me a letter of introduction, to dine at the nearest
restaurant's to which one can ask a Frenchman. I need not say that is
Greenwich: and if I took him in a cabriolet, he would not suspect that he
was taken five miles out of town."

"Alas, my dear Colonel, I have just sold my cabriolet." What! old-
fashioned already!--True, it has been built three months. Perhaps the
horse, too, has become an antique in some other collection--silent--um!
--cabriolet and horse both sold?"

"Both," said Lionel, imefully.

"Nothing surprises me that man can do," said the Colonel; "or I should be
surprised. When, acting on Darrell's general instructions for your
outfit, I bought that horse, I flattered myself that I had chosen well.
But rare are good horses--rarer still a good judge of them; I suppose I
was cheated, and the brute proved a screw."

"The finest cab-horse in London, my dear Colonel, and every one knows how
proud I was of him. But I wanted money, and had nothing else that would
bring the sum I required. Oh, Colonel Morley, do hear me?"

"Certainly, I am not deaf, nor is St. James's Street. When a man says,
'I have parted with my horse because I wanted money,' I advise him to say
it in a whisper."

"I have been imprudent, at least unlucky, and I must pay the penalty. A
friend of mine--that is, not exactly a friend, but an acquaintance--whom
I see every day--one of my own set-asked me to sign my name at Paris to a
bill at three months' date, as his security. He gave me his honour that