always perfumed like that?
Does he wear shiny little boots to walk about in de morning, and make an
eye always? Perhaps yes."

"I never saw his boots or his eyes."

"But I see them. I see many things. He come to have Ongere Park for his
own. I tell you, yes. Ten thousand will come to have Ongere Park. Why
not? To have Ongere Park and all de money a man will make himself smell
a great deal."

"You think much more about all that than is necessary."

"Do I, my dear? Very well. There are three already. There is Edouard,
and there is this Clavering, who you say is a captain; and there is the
other Clavering who goes with his nose in the air, and who thinks
himself a clever fellow because he learned his lesson at school and did
not get himself whipped. He will be whipped yet some day--perhaps."

"Sophie, hold your tongue. Captain Clavering is my sister's
brother-in-law, and Harry Clavering is my friend."

"Ah, friend! I know what sort of friend he wants to be. How much better
to have a park and plenty of money than to work in a ditch and make a
railway! But he do not know the way with a woman. Perhaps he may be more
at home, as you say, in the ditch. I should say to him, 'My friend, you
will do well in de ditch if you work hard; suppose you stay there.'"

"You don't seem to like my cousin, and, if you please, we will talk no
more about him."

"Why should I not like him? He don't want to get any money from me."

"That will do, Sophie."

"Very well; it shall do for me. But this other man that come here
to-day. He is a fool."

"Very likely."

"He did not learn his lesson without whipping."

"Nor with whipping either."

"No; he have learned nothing. He does not know what to do with his hat.
He is a fool. Come, Julie, will you take me out for a drive. It is
melancholy for you to go alone; I came to ask you for a drive. Shall we
go?" And they did go, Lady Ongar and Sophie Gordeloup together. Lady
Ongar, as she submitted, despised herself for her submission; but what
was she to do? It is sometimes very difficult to escape from the meshes
of friendship.

Captain Clavering, when he left Bolton Street, went down to his club,
having first got rid of his shining boots and new gloves. He sauntered
up into the billiard-room knowing that his friend would be there, and
there he found Doodles with his coat off, the sleeves of his shirt
turned back, and armed with his cue. His brother captain, the moment
that he saw him, p