And Mr. Bond Sharpe again slightly rose and bowed them out of the room.
‘Well, is not he a trump?’ said Lord Catchimwhocan, when they were once more in the cab.
‘I am so astonished,’ said Ferdinand, ‘that I cannot speak. Who in the name of fortune is this great man?’
‘A genius,’ said Lord Catchimwhocan. ‘Don’t you think he is a deuced good-looking fellow?’
‘The best-looking fellow I ever saw,’ said the grateful Ferdinand.
‘And capital manners?’
‘Most distinguished.’
‘Neatest dressed man in town!’
‘Exquisite taste!’
‘What a house!’