But whom have we here ?" He was staring at a striking figure that had just entered, closely followed by a crowd of admiring spectators.

And, indeed, he seemed worthy of the homage.

His magnificent form was closely attired in a velveteen jacket and trousers, with a singular display of pearl buttons along the seams, that were absolutely lavish in their quantity; a hat adorned with feathers and roses completed his singularly picturesque equipment.
"Chevalier!" burst out McFeckless in breathless greeting.
"Ah, mon ami! What good chance ?" returned the newcomer, rushing to him and kissing him on both cheeks, to the British horror of Sir Midas, who had followed.

"Ah, but you are perfect!" he added, kissing his fingers in admiration of McFeckless's Florentine dress.
"But you ?--what is this ravishing costume ?" asked McFeckless, with a pang of jealousy.

"You are god-like." "It is the dress of what you call the Koster, a transplanted Phenician tribe," answered the other.