He begs me to say
that, being a Jamshi-worshipper, he doesn't care a brass farthing about
caste. Thirdly, he has been blamed in certain quarters for his
immoderate indulgence in Parker's poison. Let me tell you, gentlemen,
in my capacity as Vice-President, that for the last four thousand years
his family has enjoyed a special dispensation from the Great Mogul,
authorizing the eldest son to drink whatever he damn well pleases. Our
friend here happens to be the third son. But that is obviously not his
fault. If it were, he would have come forward with an apology long ago.
Gentlemen! I can't speak fairer than that. Whoever says I'm not a
gentleman--why, he isn't one either."
"Hear, hear! I never knew you were an ornithologist, Richards."
"Nor did I--not till this moment. But when it's a question of defending
the honour of a Club-member I always rise to the occasion. Some
things--they simply make my blood boil. Look at this REFEREE: two weeks
out of date! How the blazes is a man--"
"I say, Charlie, what did the fellow on the ranch want to do with that
skunk? Something about tickling, wasn't it?"
"Hush, my boy.
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