That carriage belongs to their Club, and their Club belongs to them.

They follow the equipage with interest; they eye it knowingly as they see it in the Park.

But halt! we are not come to the Club Snobs yet.

O my brave Snobs, what a flurry there will be among you when those papers appear! Well, you may judge, from the above description, what sort of a man Goldmore is.

A dull and pompous Leadenhall Street Croesus, good-natured withal, and affable--cruelly affable.