All London was talking of Rummun Loll, taking him for an Indian prince, but the colonel, who had served in India, knew better.

Rummun Loll was no more than a merchant, who had made a precarious fortune by doubtful means.
All the girls, nevertheless, are running after his Excellency.

"He's known to have two wives already in India," says Barnes Newcome; "but, by gad, for a settlement, I believe some of the girls here would marry him." We have a delightful illustration of the London girls, with their bare necks and shoulders, sitting round Rummun Loll and worshipping him as he reposes on his low settee.

There are a dozen of them so enchanted that the men who wish to get a sight of the Rummun are quite kept at a distance.

This is satire on the women.