Underneath all this show of civilization, refinement, brilliancy--I'm glad to say you can't even guess what it covers.

The town reeks with abominations.

I'm getting sick of it." The sincerity of his moral disgust was obvious.

No one knew so well as Lilian the essential purity--even the puritanism--of Quarrier's temper.
"For all that," he added, merrily, "we'll go and dine at the restaurant, and then look in at the Francais.

They know how to cook here, and they know how to play the fool--no denying it." When Lilian went forth with him she had once more succeeded in overcoming her despondent mood.