A few pages on we come upon a clergyman who is no more real than Rummun Loll.

The clergyman, Charles Honeyman, had married the colonel's sister and had lost his wife, and now the brothers-in-law meet.

"'Poor, poor Emma!' exclaimed the ecclesiastic, casting his eyes towards the chandelier and passing a white cambric pocket-handkerchief gracefully before them.

No man in London understood the ring business or the pocket-handkerchief business better, or smothered his emotion more beautifully.

'In the gayest moments, in the giddiest throng of fashion, the thoughts of the past will rise; the departed will be among us still.