He never was born a gentleman.

He isn't a gentleman and never can be a gentleman." Kate drew herself up--the unreasonableness of the objection jarred upon her.

He had touched one of her tender spots--pride of birth was something she detested.
"Don't talk nonsense, Harry," she replied in a slightly impatient voice.
Moods changed with our Kate as unexpectedly as April showers.

"What difference should it make to you or anybody else whether Langdon Willits's grandmother was a countess or a country girl, so she was honest and a lady ?" Her head went up with a toss as she spoke, for this was one of Kate's pet theories.
"But he's not of my class, Kate, and he shouldn't be here.

I told father so." "Then make him one," she answered stoutly, "if only for to-night, by being extra polite and courteous to him and never letting him feel that he is outside of what you call 'your class.' I like Mr.Willits, and have always liked him.