"The girl is all right, but I don't like the mother.

She is well dressed--oh, correct from tip to toe--but not quite the lady." Ruyler's cool insolent gaze swept the dado of amiable overfed ladies who fanned themselves against the wall.
"None of that! You know that I do not tolerate the New York attitude.
At least we know who ours are; they came into their own respectably, and with no uncertain touch.

Of course it is stupid of them to get fat.
Naturally it makes them look _bourgeoise_.

But this is a lazy climate.
As to that woman: there is something about her I do not like.

She is aggressively not massaged, not made up.