" The Wastrel laughed. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment. This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. Here I am. " "I have no people—anybody who would care. . Sorry to be so nosy. ‘It needs not that you tell me. “Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the show, you know—last September I think it was. ’ ‘How shocking,’ Gerald returned, grinning. Every day in the year you will witness such scenes. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. ” “It is very hard to explain,” he answered.
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