"Oh, Lulu—good old Lulu!" Arthur said, but he really had no idea of what Boyle meant.
Boyle told a story in his short, indifferent way, and Arthur exclaimed, "Capital! capital!" and laughed loudly in the fashion of a popular man he knew.
Had he ever been to the Vallences' before? Boyle asked.
No, he had never gone before. Did Boyle know them?—Boyle had been there; was going there now, in fact, he said.
"Really, are you going there now? How odd we should meet like this!" They talked a little about the place and people. It would be rather a lively set, wouldn't it? Arthur asked; and he boasted that his uncle, Lord Seabury, had warned him against them. But, good God! what did he care if people were amusing. "Do you know who else will be there?"
"Oh, a lot of people. Mrs. Stair (Arthur blushed at this), and that young Glass."
"Glass?" Arthur exclaimed; "oh, not really that man! They can't like him."
"They like his money."
"You don't mean they ask a man—a stupid boy like that—to get his money."
"They don't say they do," and Boyle looked up from his paper with an expression that seemed to say, "You young fool, you don't know much."