And,—­let it be said with regret, for Paul Montague was at heart honest and well-conditioned,—­he took to living a good deal at the Beargarden.  A man must dine somewhere, and everybody knows that a man dines cheaper at his club than elsewhere.  It was thus he reasoned with himself.  But Paul’s dinners at the Beargarden were not cheap.  He saw a good deal of his brother directors, Sir Felix Carbury and Lord Nidderdale, entertained Lord Alfred more than once at the club, and had twice dined with his great chairman amidst all the magnificence of merchant-princely hospitality in Grosvenor Square.  It had indeed been suggested to him by Mr Fisker that he also ought to enter himself for the great Marie Melmotte plate.  Lord Nidderdale had again declared his intention of running, owing to...