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u know； to think of fellows' names and addresses。 I can get the names all right； but unless the fellow's in the telephone…book； I'm done。 Well； I was trying to think of some of my pals who might still be around the place； and I remembered Gates。 Remembered his address； too； by a miracle。 You're a pal of his； of course？'
'Yes； I knew him in London。'
'Oh； I see。 And when you came over here he lent you his flat？ By the way； I didn't get your name？'
'My name's Chalmers。'
'Well； as I say； I remembered Gates and came down here to look him up。 We used to have a lot of good times together a year ago。 And now he's gone too！'
'Did you want to see him about anything important？'
'Well； it's important to me。 I wanted him to e out to supper。 You see； it's this way： I'm giving supper to…night to a girl who's in that show at the Forty…ninth Street Theatre； a Miss Leonard； and she insists on bringing a pal。 She says the pal is a good sport； which sounds all right' Bill admitted that it sounded all right。 'But it makes the party three。 And of all the infernal things a party of three is the ghastliest。'
Having delivered himself of this undeniable truth the stranger slid a little farther into his chair and paused。 'Look here； what are you doing to…night？' he said。
'I was thinking of going to bed。'
'Going to bed！' The stranger's voice was shocked； as if he had heard blasphemy。 'Going to bed at half…past ten in New York！ My dear chap； what you want is a bit of supper。 Why don't you e along？'
Amiability was； perhaps； the leading quality of Lord Dawlish's character。 He did not want to have to dress and go out to supper； but there was something almost pleading in the eyes that looked at him between the sharply…pointed knees。
'It's awfully good of you' He hesitated。
'Not a bit； I wish you would。 You would be a life…saver。'
Bill felt that he was in for it。 He got up。
'You will？' said the other。 'Good boy！ You go and get into some clothes and e along。 I'm sorry； what did you say your name was？'
'Chalmers。'
'Mine's BoydNutbe Boyd。'
'Boyd！' cried Bill。
Nutty took his astonishment； which was too great to be concealed； as a pliment。 He chuckled。
'I thought you would know the name if you were a pal of Gates's。 I expect he's always talking about me。 You see； I was pretty well known in this old place before I had to leave it。'
Bill walked down the long passage to his bedroom with no trace of the sleepiness which had been weighing on him five minutes before。 He was galvanized by a superstitious thrill。 It was fate； Elizabeth Boyd's brother turning up like this and making friendly overtures right on top of that letter from her。 This astonishing thing could not have been better arranged if he had planned it himself。 From what little he had seen of Nutty he gathered that the latter was not hard to make friends with。 It would be a simple task to cultivate his acquaintance。 And having done so； he could renew negotiations with Elizabeth。 The desire to rid himself of half the legacy had bee a fixed idea with Bill。 He had the impression that he could not really feel clean again until he had made matters square with his conscience in this respect。 He felt that he was probably a fool to take that view of the thing； but that was the way he was built and there was no getting away from it。
This irruption of Nutty Boyd into his life was an omen。 It meant that all was not yet over。 He was conscious of a mild surprise that he had ever intended to go to bed。 He felt now as if he never wanted to go to bed again。 He felt exhilarated。
In these days one cannot say that a supper…party is actually given in any one place。 Supping in New York has bee a peripatetic pastime。 The supper…party arranged by Nutty Boyd was scheduled to start at Reigelheimer's on Forty…second Street； and it was there that the revellers assembled。
Nutty and Bill had been there a few minutes when Miss Daisy Leonard arrived with her friend。 And from that moment Bill was never himself again。
The Good Sport was； so to speak； an outsize in Good Sports。 She loomed up behind the small and demure Miss Leonard like a liner towed by a tug。 She was big； blonde； skittish； and exuberant； she wore a dress like the sunset of a fine summer evening； and she effervesced with spacious good will to all men。 She was one of those girls who splash into public places like stones into quiet pools。 Her form was large； her eyes were large； her teeth were large； and her voice was large。 She overwhelmed Bill。 She hit his astounded consciousness like a shell。 She gave him a buzzing in the ears。 She was not so much a Good Sport as some kind of an explosion。
He was still reeling from the spiritual impact with this female tidal wave when he became aware； as one who； ing out of a swoon； hears voices faintly； that he was being addressed by Miss Leonard。 To turn from Miss Leonard's friend to Miss Leonard herself was like hearing the falling of gentle rain after a thunderstorm。 For a moment he revelled in the sense of being soothed； then； as he realized what she was saying； he started violently。 Miss Leonard was looking at him curiously。
'I beg your pardon？' said Bill。
'I'm sure I've met you before； Mr Chalmers。'
'Erreally？'
'But I can't think where。'
'I'm sure；' said the Good Sport； languishingly； like a sentimental siege…gun； 'that if I had ever met Mr Chalmers before I shouldn't have forgotten him。'
'You're English； aren't you？' asked Miss Leonard。
'Yes。'
The Good Sport said she was crazy about Englishmen。
'I thought so from your voice。'
The Good Sport said that she was crazy about the English accent。
'It must have been in London that I met you。 I was in the revue at the Alhambra last year。'
'By George； I wish I had seen you！' interjected the infatuated Nutty。
The Good Sport said that she was crazy about London。
'I seem to remember；' went on Miss Leonard； 'meeting you out at supper。 Do you know a man named Delaney in the Coldstream Guards？'
Bill would have liked to deny all knowledge of Delaney； though the latter was one of his best friends； but his natural honesty prevented him。
'I'm sure I met you at a supper he gave at Oddy's one Friday night。 We all went on to Covent Garden。 Don't you remember？'
'Talking of supper；' broke in Nutty； earning Bill's hearty gratitude thereby； 'where's the dashed head…waiter？ I want to find my table。'
He surveyed the restaurant with a melancholy eye。
'Everything changed！' He spoke sadly； as Ulysses might have done when his boat put in at Ithaca。 'Every darned thing different since I was here last。 New waiter； head…waiter I never saw before in my life； different…coloured carpet'
'Cheer up； Nutty； old thing！' said Miss Leonard。 'You'll feel better when you've had something to eat。 I hope you had the sense to tip the head…waiter； or there won't be any table。 Funny how these places go up and down in New York。 A year ago the whole management would turn out and kiss you if you looked like spending a couple of dollars here。 Now it costs the earth to get in at all。'
'Why's that？' asked Nutty。
'Lady Pauline Wetherby； of course。 Didn't you know this was where she danced？'
'Never heard of her；' said Nutty； in a sort of ecstasy of wistful gloom。 'That will show you how long I've been away。 Who is she？'
Miss Leonard invoked the name of Mike。
'Don't you ever get the papers in your village； Nutty？'
'I never read the papers。 I don't suppose I've read a paper for years。 I can't stand 'em。 Who is Lady Pauline Wetherby？'
'She does Greek dancesat least； I suppose they're Greek。 They all are nowadays； unless they're Russian。 She's an English peeress。'
Miss Leonard's friend said she was crazy about these picturesque old English families； and they went in to supper。
* * * * *
Looking back on the evening later and reviewing its leading features； Lord Dawlish came to the conclusion that he never pletely recovered from the first shock of the Good Sport。 He was conscious all the time of a dream…like feeling； as if he were watching himself from somewhere outside himself。 From some conning…tower in this fourth dimension he perceived himself eating broiled lobste