What evil influence was at work in me?
Was it the air of London?
or was it a possession of the devil?
He stopped me for the second time--not in the least disconcerted by what I had said to him.

His inbred conviction of his own superiority to a young adventurer like me was really something magnificent to witness.

He did me justice--the Philistine-Pharisee did me justice! Will you believe it?
He made his remarks next on my good points, as if I had been a young bull at a prize cattle show.
"Excuse me for noticing it," he said.

"Your manners are perfectly gentlemanlike, and you speak English without any accent.

And yet you have been brought up in America.