Madame Midas by Hume, Fergus, 1859-1932

'Aren't you rather hard on him?' he said, coolly, leaning back in his chair; 'he is simply drunk, and will be all right soon.'

'I tell ye I'll no have him back,' said Archie, firmly; 'he's ain o' they foreign bodies full of revolutions an' confusion o' tongues, and I'd no feel safe i' the mine if I kenned that deil was doon below wi' his dirk.'

'I really think he ought to go,' said Madame, looking rather anxiously at Vandeloup, 'unless, M. Vandeloup, you do not want to part with him.'

'Oh, I don't want him,' said Vandeloup, hastily; 'as I told you, he was only one of the sailors on board the ship I was wrecked in, and he followed me up here because I was the only friend he had, but now he has got money--or, at least, his wages must come to a good amount.'

'Forty pounds,' interposed Archie.

'So I think the best thing he can do is to go to Melbourne, and see if he can get back to France.'

'And you, M. Vandeloup?' asked Dr Gollipeck, who had been listening to the young Frenchman's remarks with great interest; 'do you not wish to go to France?'

Vandeloup rose coolly from his chair, and, picking up his book and hat, turned to the doctor.

'My dear Monsieur,' he said, leaning up against the wall in a graceful manner, 'I left France to see the world, so until I have seen it I don't think it would be worthwhile to return.'

'Never go back when you have once put your hand to the plough,' observed Selina, opportunely, upon which Vandeloup bowed to her.

'Mademoiselle,' he said, quietly, with a charming smile, 'has put the matter into the shell of a nut; Australia is my plough, and I do not take my hand away until I have finished with it.'

'But that deil o' a Peter,' said Archie, impatiently.

'If you will permit me, Madame,' said Vandeloup, 'I will write out a cheque for the amount of money due to him, and you will sign it. I will go into Ballarat to-morrow, and get him away to Melbourne. I propose to buy him a box and some clothes, as he certainly is not capable of getting them himself.'

'You have a kind heart, M. Vandeloup,' said Madame, as she assented with a nod.

A stifled laugh came from the Doctor, but as he was such an extremely eccentric individual no one minded him.

'Come, Monsieur,' said Vandeloup, going to the door, 'let us be off to the office and see how much is due to my friend,' and with a bow to Madame, he went out.

'A braw sort o' freend,' muttered Archie, as he followed.

'Quite good enough for him,' retorted Dr Gollipeck, who overheard him.

Archie looked at him approvingly, nodded his head, and went out after the Frenchman, but Madame, being a woman and curious, asked the doctor what he meant.

His reply was peculiar.

'Our friend,' he said, putting his handkerchief in his pocket and seizing his greasy old hat, 'our friend believes in the greatest number.'

'And what is the greatest number?' asked Madame, innocently.

'Number one,' retorted the Doctor, and took his leave abruptly, leaving two buttons and several pins on the floor as traces of his visit.

CHAPTER XVII

THE BEST OF FRIENDS MUST PART