“Oh, that’s easily learned.”

“Well, I may perhaps learn it, but I am afraid I shall never do it by rote.  I have the best will in the world about it, but my genius doesn’t lie in that direction.  As a loafer I shall never be original, as I take it that you are.”

“Yes,” said Tristram, “I suppose I am original; like all those immoral pictures in the Louvre.”

“Besides,” Newman continued, “I don’t want to work at pleasure, any more than I played at work.  I want to take it easily.  I feel deliciously lazy, and I should like to spend six months as I am now, sitting under a tree and listening to a band.  There’s only one thing; I want to hear some good music.”

“Music and pictures!  Lord, what refined tastes!  You are what my wife calls intellectual.  I ain’t, a bit.  But we can find something better for you to do than to sit under a tree.  To begin with, you must come to the club.”

“What club?”

“The Occidental.  You will see all the Americans there; all the best of them, at least.  Of course you play poker?”

“Oh, I say,” cried Newman, with energy, “you are not going to lock me up in a club and stick me down at a card-table!  I haven’t come all this way for that.”

“What the deuce have you come for!  You were glad enough to play poker in St. Louis, I recollect, when you cleaned me out.”

“I have come to see Europe, to get the best out of it I can.  I want to see all the great things, and do what the clever people do.”

“The clever people?  Much obliged.  You set me down as a blockhead, then?”

Newman was sitting sidewise in his chair, with his elbow on the back and his head leaning on his hand.  Without moving he looked a while at his companion with his dry, guarded, half-inscrutable, and yet altogether good-natured smile.  “Introduce me to your wife!” he said at last.

Tristram bounced about in his chair.  “Upon my word, I won’t.  She doesn’t want any help to turn up her nose at me, nor do you, either!”

“I don’t turn up my nose at you, my dear fellow; nor at any one, or anything.  I’m not proud, I assure you I’m not proud.  That’s why I am willing to take example by the clever people.”

“Well, if I’m not the rose, as they say here, I have lived near it.  I can show you some clever people, too.  Do you know General Packard?  Do you know C. P. Hatch?  Do you know Miss Kitty Upjohn?”

“I shall be happy to make their acquaintance; I want to cultivate society.”

Tristram seemed restless and suspicious; he eyed his friend askance, and then, “What are you up to, any way?” he demanded.  “Are you going to write a book?”