"If you mean the world-wide order,--the order of gentlemen,"-- he said, coming to a pause with the breadth of the table between him and Haward, "we may have that ground in common.

The rest is debatable land.

I do not take you for a sentimentalist or a redresser of wrongs.

I am your storekeeper, purchased with that same yellow metal of which you so busily rid yourself; and your storekeeper I shall remain until the natural death of my term, two years hence.

We are not countrymen; we own different kings; I may once have walked your level road, but you have never moved in the stony ways; my eyes are blue, while yours are gray; you love your melting Southern music, and I take no joy save in the pipes; I dare swear you like the smell of lilies which I cannot abide, and prefer fair hair in women where I would choose the dark.
There is no likeness between us.