Is there anybody you would like to meet?
Not our friend the Rummun?
How the girls crowd round him! By Gad, a fellow who's rich in London may have the pick of any gal--not here--not in this sort of thing; I mean in society, you know," says Barnes confidentially, "I've seen the old dowagers crowdin round that fellow, and the girls snugglin up to his india-rubber face.

He's known to have two wives already in India; but, by Gad, for a settlement, I believe some of 'em here would marry--I mean of the girls in society." "But isn't this society ?" asked the Colonel.
"Oh, of course.

It's very good society and that sort of thing--but it's not, you know--you understand.

I give you my honour there are not three people in the room one meets anywhere, except the Rummun.

What is he at home, sir?
I know he ain't a Prince, you know, any more than I am." "I believe he is a rich man now," said the Colonel.