A rather low-class Hebrew who calls himself a Christian, of unpleasant appearance and sinister temper, suffering from the effects of lunch, is not an object to be loved.
"Ah, I see," said the Colonel.

"Yes, Sir Jonah ages, doesn't he?
as, indeed, we do all of us," and he glanced at the lady's spreading proportions.

Then he went on.

"You really should persuade him to be tidier in his costume, Jane; his ancestral namesake could scarcely have looked more dishevelled after his sojourn with the whale.

Well, it is a small failing; one can't have everything, and on the whole, with your wealth and the rest, you have been a very fortunate woman." "Oh, Richard, how can you say so ?" murmured the wretched Lady Rawlins, as she took the hand outstretched in farewell.