I dare say his ancestor was a Gascon, poor fellow!--and he affects to say that you can't choose a coat, or buy a horse, without his approval and advice,--that he can turn you round his finger.

Now this hurts your consequence in the world,--you don't get credit for your own excellent sense and taste.

Take my advice, avoid these young hangers-on of fashion, these club-room lions.

Having no importance of their own, they steal the importance of their friends.

_Verbum sap_." "You are very right,--Legard _is_ a coxcomb; and now I see why he talked of joining us at Paris." "Don't let him do any such thing! He will be telling the Frenchmen that her ladyship is in love with him, ha, ha!" "Ha, ha!--a very good joke--poor Caroline!--very good joke!" "Well, good-by, once more." And Vargrave closed the door.
"Legard go to Paris--not if Evelyn goes there!" muttered Lumley.
"Besides, I want no partner in the little that one can screw out of this blockhead.".