A light had suddenly flashed in Mr. Ricardo's eyes, and was now no less suddenly extinguished. Hanaud paid no attention whatever to his friend's disappointment. He pounced upon a piece of silver which adorned the tablecloth and took it over to the window. "Everything is as it should be, my friend," he exclaimed, with a grin. "Grosvenor Square, theTimes open at the money column, and a false antique upon the table. Thus I have dreamed of you. All Mr. Ricardo is in that sentence. " Ricardo laughed nervously. Recollection made him wary of Hanaud's sarcasms.