“Well, don’t be so gloriously glad, dear boy. Don’t go out of your mind and embrace me. I hate to be kissed by a man; it’s so horribly French.”
“Don’t be a fool.”
“Certainly not; but you seemed to be in such raptures to meet me that I was obliged to protest.”
“Now, look here, Gellow, it’s not of the slightest use for you to hunt me about the country. I have no money, and I can’t pay.”
“I never said a single word about money, dear boy.”
“No; but you look money, and think money, and smell of money. Good heavens, man, why don’t you dress like a gentleman, and not come down to the seaside like the window of a pawnbroker’s shop?”
“Dress like a gentleman, sir? Why, I am dressed like a gentleman. These are real diamond studs, sir. First water. Rings, chain, watch, everything of the very best. Never catch me wearing sham. Look at those cuff studs. As fine emeralds as you’d see.”
“Bah! Why don’t you wear a diamond collar, and a crown. I believe you’d like to hang yourself in chains.”
“My dear Glyddyr, how confoundedly nasty you can be to the best friend you have in the world.”
“Best enemy; you are always hunting me for money.”