While all are cheerful and gay, you scarcely see a smile on the countenances of these tremendous swells.
If you go in the street you will meet a creature dressed in most gorgeous apparel, armed to the teeth with firearms that probably won't go off, knives and daggers covered with precious stones, walking solemnly along.

If you look carefully among the crowd in his wake you will discover some one, or ones, walking with an indignant swagger at being hustled by the vulgar crowd.

The man in gold, armed to the teeth, is what is called a _cavass_, and these swells behind are the representatives, male or female, of some foreign potentate, taking a walk.

It would be quite _infra dig._ to go without one of these useless appendages.

Again, if an individual not belonging to the 'sacred circle' meets a foreign representative who condescends to speak to him, and while he is doing so another member of an embassy 'heaves in sight,' the first swell will immediately sheer off, looking ashamed at having so far forgotten himself as to be seen speaking to any one outside 'his circle.' You may occasionally be invited to the houses of these exalted personages, but there is always an implied condescension in their attitude which tends to negative the effect of their good intentions.
And all this is a great pity, because these people must be tired of each other, and would find quite as much intelligence outside as inside their circle.