“How good, by Jove!” cried Twining, in ecstasy. And he slapped his gaunt limbs and threw his long arms wildly about in a transport of delight.
“And who are here, Twining—any of our set?” “Not a soul, my Lord; the place isn't known yet, that's the reason I came here—so quiet and so cheap, make your own terms with them.
“Good fun—excellent!”
“I came to meet a man of business,” said his Lordship, with a strong emphasis on the pronoun. “He couldn't prolong his journey farther south, and so we agreed to rendezvous here.”
“I have a little affair also to transact—a mere trifle, a nothing, in fact—with a lawyer, who promises to meet me here by the end of the month, so that we have just time to take our baths, drink the waters, and all that sort of thing, while we are waiting.”
And he rubbed his hands, and laughed away again.
“What a boon for my wife to learn that Lady Grace is here! She was getting so hipped with the place—not so much the place as the odious people—that I suspect she'd have left me to wait for Dunn all alone.”
“Dunn! Dunn! not Davenport Dunn?” exclaimed Twining.
“The very man—do you know him?”
“To be sure, he's the fellow I'm waiting for. Capital fun, isn't it?”