He caps himself with this or that one of their titles.

For it is not the popular thing among Englishmen.

Their hero, when they have done their fighting, is the wealthy patron of Sport.

What sort of creatures are his comrades?
But he cannot have comrades unless he is on the level of them.
Yet let him be never so high above them, they charge him and point him as a piece of cannon; assenting to the flatteries they puff into him, he is their engine.

'The idol of the hour is the mob's wooden puppet, and the doing of the popular thing seed of no harvest,' Gower Woodseer says, moderately well, snuffing incense of his happy delivery.