The things we do!

"I like,"
says he, "you know, those fellows who are always saying pleasant things,
you know, and who would run from here to Hammersmith if I asked 'em--much
better than those fellows who are always making fun of me, you know." A
man of his station who likes flatterers need not shut himself up; he can
get plenty of society.
As for women, it was his lordship's opinion that every daughter of Eve
was bent on marrying him. A Scotch marquis, an English earl, of the best
blood in the empire, with a handsome person, and a fortune of fifteen
thousand a year, how could the poor creatures do otherwise than long for
him? He blandly received their caresses; took their coaxing and cajolery
as matters of course; and surveyed the beauties of his time as the Caliph
the moonfaces of his harem. My lord intended to marry certainly. He did
not care for money, nor for rank; he expected consummate beauty and
talent, and some day would fling his handkerchief to the possessor of
these, and place her by his side upon the Farintosh throne.


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