The porter who wheeled our luggage was stopped again and again to answer questions concerning his fantastic employers.
In course of time--it is a long way to the station--we grew to feel a shade of pique if any one passed us and took no notice.

To bulk so hugely in the public eye became a new pleasure.

I had not known before what Britannia must feel like on the summit of the largest of the cars in a circus procession.
I am convinced that such costly and equivocal success as the British arms achieved over the Boers had nothing to do with Gorcum's feelings.

The town's aesthetic ideals were honestly outraged, and it took the simplest means of making its protest.
We did not mean to wait at the station; having left our luggage there, we had intended to explore the town.

But there is a limit even to the passion for notoriety, and we had reached it, passed it.