Chapter 31

A METAMORPHOSIS MORE SURPRISING THAN ANY IN OVID.

“In want of money!” pushing back his chair as from a suddenly-disclosed man-trap or crater.

“Yes,” naïvely assented the cosmopolitan, “and you are going to loan me fifty dollars. I could almost wish I was in need of more, only for your sake. Yes, my dear Charlie, for your sake; that you might the better prove your noble, kindliness, my dear Charlie.”