"He's an American and naturally a tuft-hunter.

He's been making a long list of princely acquaintances recently, and he was bound to bring in the son of a field-marshal and make a friend of him, too." "Shut up, Carstairs," said John.

"You talk this way to hide your own imperfections.

You know that at heart every Englishman is a snob." "Snobby is as snobby does," laughed Carstairs.

"Now, Kratzek, lie back again and we'll spread these blankets over you." The young Austrian smiled.
"I've fallen into very good company," he said.
John, whose character was serious, felt some sadness as he looked at him.