"The truth is, you know, I have debts to pay, and I have not enough."
"But I will give you more," I cried, "what will clear you?"
"Fifty more I think will do. How good you are!"
"I will bring it with me to-morrow morning."
"In notes please, will you? French money. I find I shall want it to pay some little things at once, and the time is short."
I thought nothing of the matter. The next day at lunch I gave him the money in French notes. That night I said to him:
"You know we are going away to-morrow evening: I hope you'll be ready? I have got the tickets for the Train de Luxe."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" he cried, "I can't be ready."
"What is it now?" I asked.