name shall be high in the world; yes, when the world is at my feet!" He
stretched his right hand as if to grasp the space, and his whole face
was lighted with a fierce enthusiasm. The glow died away, and with a
slight return of his scornful smile he said: "Dreams yet; dreams! And
now, look at this paper." And he drew out a memorandum, scrawled over
with figures.

"This, I think, is my pecuniary debt to you; in a few days I shall
discharge it. Give me your address."

"Oh!" said I, pained, "can you speak to me of money, Vivian?"

"It is one of those instincts of honor you cite so often," answered he,
coloring. "Pardon me."

"That is my address," said I, stooping to write, in order to conceal my
wounded feelings. "You will avail yourself of it, I hope, often, and
tell me that you are well and happy."

"When I am happy you shall know."

"You do not require any introduction to Trevanion?"

Vivian hesitated. "No, I think not. If ever I do, I will write for
it."

I took up my hat, and was about to go,--for I was still chilled and
mortified,--when, as if by an irresistible impulse, Vivian came to me
hastily, flung his arms round my neck, and kissed me as a boy kisses his
brother.