“Yes, and she looked beautiful as her sister,” said Lord Henry warmly.
“She did—she did. But wait a bit, my boy. I’ll hang diamonds and pearls round that girl’s neck, and stick tiaras in her hair, and bracelets on her arms, till I make even the princesses envious—that I will. But now, look here, I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding. You’ll dine with me at my club, Moorpark? Don’t say no.”
“With pleasure, if you will dine with me.”
“Done. Where do you hang out?”
“Four hundred and four, Berkeley Square.”
“Say Monday for me, at the Imperial—seven sharp; and we’ll settle when I come to you.”
“At seven on Monday,” said Lord Henry, “I will be there.”
“And now I must be off back to town. Good-bye, God bless you, Moorpark. One word first: you’ll like to do it handsome, of course, in presents, and that sort of thing.”
“Indeed I shall not be ungenerous as soon as I know her tastes.”
“Then look here, Moorpark, these things cost money.”