The things we do!

You are promised
to us for Wednesday, please. Is there anybody you would like to meet? Not
our friend the Rummun? How the girls crowd round him! By Gad, a fellow
who's rich in London may have the pick of any gal--not here--not in this
sort of thing; I mean in society, you know," says Barnes confidentially,
"I've seen the old dowagers crowdin round that fellow, and the girls
snugglin up to his india-rubber face. He's known to have two wives
already in India; but, by Gad, for a settlement, I believe some of 'em
here would marry--I mean of the girls in society."
"But isn't this society?" asked the Colonel.
"Oh, of course. It's very good society and that sort of thing--but it's
not, you know--you understand. I give you my honour there are not three
people in the room one meets anywhere, except the Rummun. What is he at
home, sir? I know he ain't a Prince, you know, any more than I am."
"I believe he is a rich man now," said the Colonel. "He began from very
low beginnings, and odd stories are told about the origin of his
fortune.


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