enjoy ourselves. The Russians doat upon whist. We shall get into their swell sets, and live like princes." There with Jasper launched forth on the text of Russian existence, in such glowing terms, that Dolly Poole shut his aching eyes, and fancied himself sledging down the Neva, covered with furs—a countess waiting for him at dinner, and counts in dozens ready to offer bets, to a fabulous amount, that Jasper Losely lost the rubber.
Having lifted his friend into this region of aerial castles, Jasper then, descending into the practical world, wound up with the mournful fact that one could not get to St. Petersburg, nor, when there, into swell sets, without having some little capital on hand.
"I tell you what we will do. Madame Caumartin lives in prime style. Get old Latham, your employer, to discount her bill at three months' date, for Pounds 500, and we will be off in a crack." Poole shook his head. "Old Latham is too knowing a file for that—a foreigner! He'd want security."
"I'll be security."
Dolly shook his head a second time, still more emphatically than the first.
"But you say he does discount paper—gets rich on it?"
"Yes, gets rich on it, which he might not do if he discounted the paper you propose. No offence."
"Oh, no offence among friends! You have taken him bills which he has discounted?"
"Yes, good paper."
"Any paper signed by good names is good paper. We can sign good names if we know their handwritings."
Dolly started and turned white. Knave he was—cheat at cards, blackleg on the turf—but forgery! that crime was new to him. The very notion of it brought on a return of fever. And while Jasper was increasing his malady by arguing with his apprehensions, luckily for Poole, Uncle Sam came in. Uncle Sam, a sagacious old tradesman, no sooner clapped eyes on the brilliant Losely than he conceived for him a distrustful repugnance, similar to that with which an experienced gander may regard a fox in colloquy with its gosling. He had already learned enough of his godson's ways and chosen society to be assured that Samuel Dolly had indulged in very anti-commercial tastes, and been sadly contaminated by very anti-commercial friends. He felt persuaded that Dolly's sole chance of redemption was in working on his mind while his body was still suffering, so that Poole might, on recovery, break with all former associations. On socing Jasper in the dress of an exquisite, with
