The foreign gentleman admired it.
“You find it Very Large?” said Mr. Podsnap, spaciously.
The foreign gentleman found it very large.
“And Very Rich?”
The foreign gentleman found it, without doubt, enormement riche.
“Enormously Rich, We say,” returned Mr. Podsnap, in a condescending manner. “Our English adverbs do Not terminate in Mong, and We Pronounce the ch as if there were a t before it. We say Ritch.”
“Reetch,” remarked the foreign gentleman.
“And Do You Find, Sir,” pursued Mr. Podsnap, with dignity, “Many Evidences that Strike You, of our British Constitution in the Streets Of The World’s Metropolis, London, Londres, London?”
The foreign gentleman begged to be pardoned, but did not altogether understand.
“The Constitution Britannique,” Mr. Podsnap explained, as if he were teaching in an infant school. “We Say British, But You Say Britannique, You Know,” (forgivingly, as if that were not his fault). “The Constitution, Sir.”
The foreign gentleman said, “ Mais , yees; I know eem.”
A youngish sallowish gentleman in spectacles, with a lumpy forehead, seated in a supplementary chair at a corner of the table, here caused a profound sensation by saying, in a raised voice, “ Esker ,” and then stopping dead.