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I
am
here
to
make
friends
with
you
if
you
permit
--
and
to
put
an
end
to
ceremony
,
will
you
accompany
me
back
to
my
hotel
where
I
have
ordered
supper
?
"
By
this
time
I
had
become
indescribably
fascinated
by
his
easy
manner
,
handsome
presence
and
mellifluous
voice
--
the
satirical
turn
of
his
humour
suited
mine
--
I
felt
we
should
get
on
well
together
--
and
my
first
annoyance
at
being
discovered
by
him
in
such
poverty-stricken
circumstances
somewhat
abated
.
"
With
pleasure
!
"
I
replied
--
"
But
first
of
all
,
you
must
allow
me
to
explain
matters
a
little
.
You
have
heard
a
good
deal
about
my
affairs
from
my
friend
John
Carrington
,
and
I
know
from
his
private
letter
to
me
that
you
have
come
here
out
of
pure
kindness
and
goodwill
.
For
that
generous
intention
I
thank
you
!
I
know
you
expected
to
find
a
poor
wretch
of
a
literary
man
struggling
with
the
direst
circumstances
of
disappointment
and
poverty
--
and
a
couple
of
hours
ago
you
would
have
amply
fulfilled
that
expectation
.
But
now
,
things
have
changed
--
I
have
received
news
which
completely
alters
my
position
--
in
fact
I
have
had
a
very
great
and
remarkable
surprise
this
evening
...
.
"
"
An
agreeable
one
I
trust
?
"
interposed
my
companion
suavely
.
I
smiled
.
"
Judge
for
yourself
!
"
And
I
handed
him
the
lawyer
's
letter
which
informed
me
of
my
suddenly
acquired
fortune
.
He
glanced
it
through
rapidly
--
then
folded
and
returned
it
to
me
with
a
courteous
bow
.
"
I
suppose
I
should
congratulate
you
,
"
--
he
said
--
"
And
I
do
.
Though
of
course
this
wealth
which
seems
to
content
you
,
to
me
appears
a
mere
trifle
.
It
can
be
quite
conveniently
run
through
and
exhausted
in
about
eight
years
or
less
,
therefore
it
does
not
provide
absolute
immunity
from
care
.
To
be
rich
,
really
rich
,
in
my
sense
of
the
word
,
one
should
have
about
a
million
a
year
.
Then
one
might
reasonably
hope
to
escape
the
workhouse
!
"
He
laughed
--
and
I
stared
at
him
stupidly
,
not
knowing
how
to
take
his
words
,
whether
as
truth
or
idle
boasting
.
Five
millions
of
money
a
mere
trifle
!
He
went
on
without
apparently
noticing
my
amazement
--
