PART III
CHAPTER XXXI THE BALL
"By the way," said my guardian, "how are you off for money?"
We were driving back from the station, having seen the newly married couple off on their honeymoon.
"Oh, pretty well," I replied. "Why do you ask?"
He did not seem to hear my reply, but sat gazing out of the carriage-window at the streets we were passing through, and the people, gazing at them contemplatively and from Olympian heights, after the fashion of a god gazing upon beetles.
When we reached the Place Vendôme, he drew me into the library.