"The Happy Pair and Sarradet's Limited!" repeated everybody before they drank.
"And Sarradet's Limited!" reiterated the old man, taking a second gulp.
"I don't know when he'll stop," whispered Joe Halliday.
"If we don't want to get screwed, we'd better make a bolt of it, Arthur."
So they did, and went for a stroll in the Park to cool their heads.
"Well, that's good-bye to them!" said Joe, when he had lit his cigar. "And it's good-bye to me for a bit too. I'm sailing the day after to-morrow. Going to Canada."
"Are you? Rather sudden, isn't it? Going to be gone long?"
"I don't know. Just as things turn out. I may be back in a couple of months; I may not turn up again till I'm a Colonial Premier or something of that sort. The fact is, I've got into no end of a good thing out there. A cert.—well, practically a cert. I wish I'd been able to put you in for a thou. or two, old fellow."
"No, thanks! No, thanks!" exclaimed Arthur, laughing.
"But it wasn't to be done. All I could do to get in myself! Especially as I'm pretty rocky. However they wanted my experience——"