'Leaving the good lady a fine fat fourth.'
'Compare her with other wealthy people.'
'And does she outshine the majority still with her personal attractions.
Carling was instigated by the praise he had bestowed on his wife to separate himself from a female pretender so ludicrous; he sought Fenellan's nearest ear, emitting the sound of 'hum.'
'In other respects, unimpeachable!'
'Oh! quite!'
'There was a fishfag of classic Billingsgate, who had broken her husband's nose with a sledgehammer fist, and swore before the magistrate, that the man hadn't a crease to complain of in her character. We are condemned, Mr. Carling, sometimes to suffer in the flesh for the assurance we receive of the inviolability of those moral fortifications.'
'Character, yes, valuable—I do wish you had named to-night for doing me the honour of dining with me!' said the lawyer impulsively, in a rapture of the appetite for anecdotes. 'I have a ripe Pichon Longueville, '65.'
'A fine wine. Seductive to hear of. I dine with my friend Victor
Radnor. And he knows wine.—There are good women in the world, Mr.
Carling, whose characters . . .'
'Of course,'of course there are; and I could name you some.
We lawyers . . . . !