"Paul de Kock arrived yet?" said Frank.
"No, sir," replied Jeffs, "but we expect our case to-morrow."
"I think your to-morrow never arrives—at any rate, your case doesn't arrive with it. Is your case a pleasing fiction, or a reality?"
"It will be here to-morrow, sir, I have no doubt. In fact I expected it yesterday."
"Well, then, send me up Paul de Kock the instant you get it; will you?"
"Certainly, sir."
"Come along, Cis, my boy."
"You are quite a grand seigneur, I perceive, Frank," said Cecil, as they strolled out of the shop. "Cab—tiger—chains—French novels—have you come into an inheritance?"
"Something like it, but jump into my cab, and I'll tell you all about it."
They got in, and Frank, handling the reins with no small degree of pride, drove into the Park, and thus explained his present fortune.