The finale concluded, the dancers promenaded the room, and Mr. Tupman and his companion stationed themselves in a corner to observe the company.

“Charming women,” said Mr. Tupman.

“Wait a minute,” said the stranger, “fun presently⁠—nobs not come yet⁠—queer place⁠—dockyard people of upper rank don’t know dockyard people of lower rank⁠—dockyard people of lower rank don’t know small gentry⁠—small gentry don’t know tradespeople⁠—commissioner don’t know anybody.”

“Who’s that little boy with the light hair and pink eyes, in a fancy dress?” inquired Mr. Tupman.