"There's Meyrick, mother, on that barge in front.

You know you're dining with him to-night in Christ Church.

And that's Constance Bledlow beside him, to whom I asked you to write." "Oh, is it?
A good-looking girl," said his mother approvingly.

"And who is that man beside her, with the extraordinary hair?
He looks like somebody in Lohengrin." Falloden laughed, but not agreeably.
"You've about hit it! He's a Marmion man.

A silly, affected creature--half a Pole.