About his waist, in lieu of a waistcoat, was fastened one of the eccentricities of the day, a manufactured silk sash.

He formed an interesting contrast with Mr.
Gilgan, who now came up very moist, pink, and warm, in a fine, light tweed of creamy, showy texture, straw hat, and yellow shoes.
"How are you, Kerrigan ?" he observed, genially, there being no political enmity between them.

"How's the first, and how's trade?
I see you haven't lost the emerald yet ?" "No.

No danger of that.

Oh, trade's all right.