'Talking of belles,' said an officer who was lounging in a window, 'here comes one worth looking at.'
Finella and her cavalier, mounted again, were quietly rambling into the square from Pall Mall.
'Ah—she is with Garallan of the Bengal Cavalry,' said Villiers; 'he has come in for a good thing—has picked up an heiress, I hear.'
'About the most useful thing a fellow can pick up nowadays,' replied a tall officer named Gore.
'That girl is said to be always ahead of the London season.'
'How?'
'Dresses direct from Paris.'
'Garallan?' said Hammersley, turning from the window, as the pair had disappeared.
'A Major of the old Second Irregular Cavalry, and gained the V.C. when serving on the Staff at the storming of Jummoo.'
'Jummoo—where the devil is that?' asked one.