12 A FRISKY MATRON
B. Moody, has just vacated very good rooms.
No. 122, Rue du Faubourg St. Honore, au troisieme.
They are tastefully furnished; you might go farther
and fare worse.'
' Thanks exceedingly,' said Yussuff; ' and could
you still further oblige me by telling me how I can
get to the Credit Lyonnais?'
' Straight forward from the entrance—first to the
right and then to the left. Good-bye, sir. I am
happy to have met you. To an untravelled citizen
your colour would be against you; but I know the
difference between races. You, sir, belong to the
pure Caucasian breed. You are probably a prince
in your own country. None of the damned nigger
about you, sir. Good-bye. Paris is a gregarious
locality. We shall meet again.'
Yussuff, who had no caste prejudices, demanded
from the obsequious waiter another half-bottle of
Chambertin, and, while discussing this renowned
vintage, he drew from his pocket a packet, which
consisted of a letter on ordinary paper, and a few
sheets of foolscap folded into a small space. While
he sipped his wine he read the letter with great
care. Its contents ran thus :
' My dear Gunnis Sing,
'As I am now expressing my thoughts to you,
my honoured friend, the swift and strident ship
Peluse walks the waters like a thing of life, bearing
me towards the mighty Europe, whose historical