It is to be feared that Billy cared very little for Jasper J. Morton’s opinion of him. He had come out of his faint in a state of unwonted and pathetic melancholy, only to find himself, to his amazement and almost to his disgust, the hero of the occasion. For awhile he argued manfully against such an idiotic idea, but finally he submitted to the popular notion that his “crab” had made no difference in the final result and that it had actually proved an advantage because it had inspired that wonderful spurt that was the talk of all London and probably of all New York. And since Babbie Hildreth was responsible for this turn of events (and for some other reasons) Billy resolved to cast enforced economy and doctor’s orders to the winds and beg or borrow enough money to give her “the time of her life” during his last day in London.