The things we do!

Have
you seen my dear, dear uncle, the Colonel? When did he arrive?"
"Is he come? Why is he come?" asks Lady Kew.
"Is he come? Look here, grandmamma! did you ever see such a darling
shawl! I found it in a packet in my room."
"Well, it is beautiful," cries the Dowager, bending her ancient nose over
the web. "Your Colonel is a galant homme. That must be said of him; and
in this does not quite take after the rest of the family. Hum! hum! is he
going away again soon?"
"He has made a fortune, a very considerable fortune for a man in that
rank in life," says Sir Barnes. "He cannot have less than sixty thousand
pounds."
"Is that much?" asks Ethel.
"Not in England, at our rate of interest; but his money is in India,
where he gets a great percentage. His income must be five or six thousand
pounds, ma'am," says Barnes, turning to Lady Kew.
"A few of the Indians were in society in my time, my dear," says Lady
Kew, musingly. "My father has often talked to me about Barbell of
Stanstead, and his house in St.


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