He walked into the Beargarden exactly at four o’clock on the Monday, and there he found Didon standing in the hall.  His heart sank within him as he saw her.  Now must he certainly go to New York.  She made him a little curtsey, and without a word handed him an envelope, soft and fat with rich enclosures.  He bade her wait a moment, and going into a little waiting-room counted the notes.  The money was all there;—­the full sum of L250.  He must certainly go to New York.  ’C’est tout en regle?’ said Didon in a whisper as he returned to the hall.  Sir Felix nodded his head, and Didon took her departure.

Yes; he must go now.  He had Melmotte’s money in his pocket, and was...