text:  When the drinkers drinkables and talk are quite exhausted the noise of a piano recalls to our bewildered recollections the ladies and we drink their healths: the Honourable Sniftky pretending that it is foreign-post night at the Foreign Office walks off without even a bow to the assembled diners the gentility-monger following him submissively to the door; then returning tells us that he's sorry Sniftky's gone he's such a good-natured fellow while the gentleman so characterized gets into his cab drives to his club and excites the commiseration of every body there by relating how he was bored with an old _ruffian_ who insisted upon his (Sniftky's) going to dinner in Bryanston Square; at which there are many "Oh's!" and "Ah's!" and "what could you expect?--Bryanston Square!--served you right