He was a totally different sort of man, with his perfumed hands, and his rings, and his dainty gloves.

That he was an aristocrat I believe, but of bad taste and style, displaying a profusion of jewellery." A half smile flitted over Carlyle's face.
"Was it real, Richard ?" "It was.

He would wear diamond shirt-studs, diamond rings, diamond pins; brilliants, all of the first water.

My impression was, that he put them on to dazzle Afy.

She told me once that she could be a grander lady, if she chose, than I could ever make her.