"Oh," he gasped. "Un-speakable! Un-speakable!"
"Lord! Don't worry about that! I don't think she minded."
"It's the thought of Madame de Vaurigard--it kills me! The horror of
it--that I should do such a thing in her house! She'll never speak to
me again, she oughtn't to; she ought to send her groom to beat me! You
can't think what I've lost--"
"Can't I!" Mr. Cooley rose from his chair and began to pace up and down
the chamber. "I can guess to within a thousand francs of what _I_'ve
lost! I had to get the hotel to cash a check on New York for me this
morning. I've a habit of carrying all my money in bills, and a fool
trick, too. Well, I'm cured of it!"
"Oh, if it were only a little _money_ and nothing else that I'd lost!
The money means nothing." Mellin choked.
"I suppose you're pretty well fixed. Well, so am I," Cooley shook his
head, "but money certainly means something to me!"
"It wouldn't if you'd thrown away the most precious friendship of your
life."
"See here," said Cooley, halting at the foot of the bed and looking at
his stricken companion from beneath frowning brows, "I guess I can see
how it is with you, and I'll tell you frankly it's been the same with
me.
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