Diary of a Drug Fiend

80 The Diary of a Drug Fiend generous impulse into words, Lou sailed in like an angel descending from heaven. She went straight up to Feccles, and she positively kissed him before my eyes, and begged him to stay and have lunch. She positively took the words out of my mouth. But I must admit that I wanted to be alone with Lou—not only then, but for ever; and I was most consumedly glad when I heard Feccles say :— “Why, really, that’s too kind of you, Lady Pen- dragon, and I hope you repeat the invitation some other day, but I’ve got to lunch with two birds from the Bourse. We have a tremendous deal coming off. Sir Peter’s got more money already than he knows what to do with, otherwise I’d be only too glad to let him in on the 7ez-de-chaussée.”’ Well, you know, that’s all right about my being a millionaire, and all that. It’s one thing being a single man running round London perfectly happy with a shilling cigar and a stall at the Victoria Palace, and it’s quite another being on a honeymoon with a girl whom her most intimate friends call ‘‘ Unlimited Lou.” Feccles did not know that I had spent more than a third of my annual income in a fortnight. But, of course, I couldn’t tell the man how I was situated. We Pendragons are a pretty proud lot, especially since Sir Thomas Malory gave us that write-up in the time of Henry VIII. We've always been a bit above our- selves. That’s where my poor old dad went gaga. However, the only thing to do was to beg the man to find a date in the near future to fight Paillard to a finish. I think Paillard is the best restaurant in Paris, don’t ou? d So out comes a little red pocket-book, and there is Mr. Feccles biting his pencil between his lips, and then cocking his head, first on one side and then on the other. “Confound Paris!” he said at last. “‘ A man gets