We eat," he said, "too much." This, of course, started Mr.Fyshe on his favourite topic.

"Luxury!" he exclaimed, "I should think so! It is the curse of the age.

The appalling growth of luxury, the piling up of money, the ease with which huge fortunes are made" (Good! thought the Duke, here we are coming to it), "these are the things that are going to ruin us.

Mark my words, the whole thing is bound to end in a tremendous crash.

I don't mind telling you, Duke-my friends here, I am sure, know it already--that I am more or less a revolutionary socialist.