"Ah! To go into a thing like that! How rude!" says Mrs. Chichester, going off into a little convulsion of laughter behind her fan.
"Talking of clothes," says Captain Marryatt at the moment, "did you ever see anything like Gillam's get up?"
"Gillam? Is that Mrs. Bethune's partner?"
"Yes. Just look at his trousers, his diamonds! How can Mrs.
Bethune stand it all?"
"Perhaps she admires it—the diamonds at all events."
"'My love in his attire doth show his wit!'" quotes Marryatt, who likes to pose as a man of letters.
"'When the age is in the wit is out,'" quotes Gower in his turn, who can never resist the longing to take the wind out of somebody's sails; "and, after all, The Everlasting is not a youth! No doubt his intellect is on the wane."
"He's a cad, poor fellow!" says one the cavalry men from the barracks at Merriton.
"Nonsense!" says the girl with him, a tall, heavy creature. "Why, his father is a baronet."
The cavalry man regards her with pity. How little she knows!