"Ah! yes; these women—"
"Bachelor life was pleasant—eh, Admiral?"
"Ah!"
The two men looked at each other. A smile spread over either countenance. I regret to say the Admiral winked, and then chuckled again.
"Admiral, you must get up."
The Admiral stared interrogatively; his visitor pursued, with some inconsequence—"By the way, is there a club here?"
"There's the 'Jolly Trojans' down at the 'Man-o'-War'; they meet on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and—"
"Low lot, I suppose?"
"Well, yes," admitted the Admiral; "a certain amount of good fellowship prevails, I understand; but low, of course—distinctly low."
The Honourable Frederic tapped his boot reflectively with his malacca.