I observed that they also wore orchids in their buttonholes.
"Hullo! Somers," said one of them in a tone of false geniality, "what have you got there ?" "What has your friend got there ?" asked the other.
"Nothing," replied the young man who had been addressed as Somers, "nothing at all; that is--only a case of tropical butterflies." "Oh! butterflies," said No.

1 and sauntered away.

But No.

2, a keen-looking person with the eye of a hawk, was not so easily satisfied.
"Let us see these butterflies," he said to me.
"You can't," ejaculated the young man.

"My friend is afraid lest the damp should injure their colours.