'Happiness does it, then,—happiness owing to you, Lord Fleetwood.'
'Columelli pleases you?'
'His voice is heavenly! He carries me away from earth.'
'He is a gentleman, too-rare with those fellows.'
'A pretty manner. He will speak his compliments in his English.'
'You are seasoned to endure them in all languages. Pity another of your wounded: Brailstone has been hard hit at the tables.
'I cannot pity gamblers.—May I venture?—half a word?'
'Tomes! But just a little compassion for the devoted. He wouldn't play so madly—if, well, say a tenth dilution of the rapt hearing Columelli gets.'
'Signor Columelli sings divinely.'
'You don't dislike Brailstone?'