A titter of ladies present told of some recent interesting commotion.
"Only a row between that rich Greek fellow who gave the supper, and Marion," a vivacious dame explained to Wilfrid.

"She's in one of her jealous fits; she'd be jealous if her poodle-dog went on its hind-legs to anybody else." "Poodle, by Jove!" said Wilfrid.

"Pericles himself looks like an elongated poodle shaved up to his moustache.

Look at him.

And he plays the tyrant, does he ?" "Oh! she stands that.