Mr.Polonius had sent it home the night before, and I sported it for the first time at Roundhand's to dinner.
"It's a beautiful diamond," said Mrs.Roundhand.

"I have been looking at it all dinner-time.

How rich you must be to wear such splendid things! and how can you remain in a vulgar office in the City--you who have such great acquaintances at the West End ?" The woman had somehow put me in such a passion that I bounced off the sofa, and made for the balcony without answering a word,--ay, and half broke my head against the sash, too, as I went out to the gents in the open air.

"Gus," says I, "I feel very unwell: I wish you'd come home with me." And Gus did not desire anything better; for he had ogled the last girl out of the last church, and the night was beginning to fall.
"What! already ?" said Mrs.Roundhand; "there is a lobster coming up,--a trifling refreshment; not what he's accustomed to, but--" I am sorry to say I nearly said, "D--- the lobster!" as Roundhand went and whispered to her that I was ill.
"Ay," said Gus, looking very knowing.

"Recollect, Mrs.R., that he was _at the West End_ on Thursday, asked to dine, ma'am, with the tip-top nobs.