A trifle immoral, I admit, but still great, like piracy." "A new profession!" said the young man with the red moustache vaguely; "a new trade!" "A new trade," repeated Grant, with a strange exultation, "a new profession! What a pity it is immoral." "But what the deuce is it ?" cried Drummond and I in a breath of blasphemy.
"It is," said Grant calmly, "the great new trade of the Organizer of Repartee.

This fat old gentleman lying on the ground strikes you, as I have no doubt, as very stupid and very rich.

Let me clear his character.
He is, like ourselves, very clever and very poor.

He is also not really at all fat; all that is stuffing.

He is not particularly old, and his name is not Cholmondeliegh.