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ARSENIO VALDEZ was in the highest of spirits that evening-the effect of the registered letter, no doubt! His fun and gayety brought back, or even bettered, the boy that he had been at Cragsfoot; and he assumed a greater, a more easy, intimacy with me: we had been boy to man then; we were both men now. He was very friendly; whatever his feelings might be about encountering my kindred, evidently he found nothing awkward in meeting me. As we walked up from the station at Monte Carlo, he put his arm in mine and said, "You must dine with me to-night. Yes, yes, it's no good shaking your head." He smiled as he added, "You may just as well dine with me as with Lady Dundrannan. But if you feel any scruples, you may consider the dinner as taken out of your fifty, you know!"
It was a polite way of telling me that I had seen the last of my fifty.