Glenfernie followed him
to the nobleman's chamber and was greeted with geniality. Seated by
the Englishman's bed, he made his explanation and request. He had so
much gold with him--he showed the contents of the belt and purse--and
he had funds with an agent in Paris and again funds in Amsterdam. Here
were letters of indication. With a total unexpectedness there had come
to him in this town a call that he could not ignore. He could not
explain the nature of it, but a man of honor would feel it imperative.
But it would take nicely all his gold and so many pieces besides. He
asked the loan of these, together with an additional amount sufficient
to bring him through to Paris. Once there he could make repayment. In
the mean time his personal note and word--The Englishman made no
trouble at all.
"I'll take your countenance and bearing, Mr. Jardine. But I'll make
condition that we do travel together, after all, as far, at least, as
Tours, where I mean to stop awhile."
"I agree to that," said Glenfernie.
The secretary counted out for him the needed gold. In the narrow room
in which he had slept he put this with his own in a bag. He put with
it no writing. There was nothing but the bare gold. Carrying it with
him, he went out to find the horses saddled and waiting. With Gil
behind him, he went from the inn and out of the town.
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