"Our friend here will keep you company."
"No, you must go with me."
"Where will you go?"
"To the Brunswick."
"I may join you later."
Oscar discerned the fine play that was being worked on him. He fell to
the whole business, and more keenly appreciated what an excellent actor
the man Girard really was.
"I fear I will have to beg off," said Oscar.
"No, no, gentleman, this will not do. I am as hungry as a bear, but do
not propose to sit down to a solitary meal. Come, Mr. Dunne, you must
certainly be my guest."
"All right, sir, as you insist. I did intend to go home and retire early
to-night, but recognizing how your friend here has deserted you I will
go with you."
"I am obliged to you, and we will have a meal that shall amply
compensate you. Girard will lose it, and when we tell him of our good
time to-morrow we will make him green with envy."
"I may be with you. I am not sure yet I will receive an invitation from
the other party."
"That chap," thought Oscar, "is a quick thinker. He knows how to take
advantage of the slightest incident when he is playing a game. All
right, he is a bright player. We shall see how to scheme against him."
Girard went away, and Thatford and Oscar proceeded to the Brunswick. The
former became quite confidential after the first glass of wine, and his
confidences were conventional and natural.
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