Lacs--rupees-- factories--rajahs--ships--cottons--the words fell like the tinkle of a golden fountain.

Listening to these two stood, with his hands behind his back, Mr.Wotherspoon, Black Hill's lawyer and man of business down from Edinburgh.

At a little distance Mrs.Alison showed her roses to the wife of the East India man and to a kinsman, Mr.Munro Touris, from Inverness way.
Mr.Touris addressed himself with his careful smile to Alexander.
"Good day, Glenfernie! This, Mr.Goodworth, is a good neighbor of mine, Mr.Jardine of Glenfernie.

Alexander, Mr.Goodworth is art and part of the East India.

You have met Mr.Wotherspoon before, I think?
There are Alison and Mrs.Goodworth and Munro Touris by the roses." Glenfernie went over to the roses.