That this young scamp, Mr. Cecil Farringdon, hires a room at the “Hotel des Princes.”
Cis.
I know that.
Mr. Bullamy.
And that Mr. Farringdon was there last night with some low stockbroker of the name of Skinner.
Cis.
Go on—go on! [Offering him the jujube box.] Take a jujube!
Mr. Bullamy.
[Taking a jujube.] Now the law, which seems to me quite perfect, allows a man who rents a little apartment at an inn to eat and drink with his friends all night long.