For Jonah in large doses was more than the Colonel could stomach.
Indeed, as the door closed behind him she wiped away a tear, whispering to herself: "And to think that I threw over dear Richard in order to marry that--that--yes, I will say it--that horror!" Meanwhile, as he strolled down the street, beautifully dressed, and still looking very upright and handsome--for he had never lost his figure--the Colonel was saying to himself: "Silly old woman! Well, I hope that by now she knows the difference between a gentleman and a half-Christianised, money-hunting, wine-bibbing Jew.

However, she's got the fortune, which was what she wanted, although she forgets it now, and he's got a lachrymose, stout, old party.

But how beautiful she used to be! My word, how beautiful she used to be! To go to see her now is better than any sermon; it is an admirable moral exercise." To Lady Rawlins also the Colonel's visits proved excellent moral exercises tinged with chastenings.

Whenever he went away he left behind him some aphorism or reflection filled with a wholesome bitter.

But still she sought his society and, in secret, adored him.
In addition to the club and Lady Rawlins there were the tables at Monte Carlo, with their motley company, which to a man of the world could not fail to be amusing.