"I've an idea that if the Americans ever gave their minds to that sort of thing, they could take the palm--or the cake, as Beaton here would say--just as they do in everything else.

When we do have an aristocracy, it will be an aristocracy that will go ahead of anything the world has ever seen.

Why don't somebody make a beginning, and go in openly for an ancestry, and a lower middle class, and an hereditary legislature, and all the rest?
We've got liveries, and crests, and palaces, and caste feeling.

We're all right as far as we've gone, and we've got the money to go any length." "Like your natural-gas man, Mr.Beaton," said the girl, with a smiling glance round at him.
"Ah!" said Wetmore, stirring his tea, "has Beaton got a natural-gas man ?" "My natural-gas man," said Beaton, ignoring Wetmore's question, "doesn't know how to live in his palace yet, and I doubt if he has any caste feeling.

I fancy his family believe themselves victims of it.