Have you noticed how, in our Pullman parlor cars, a party sitting together, generally young women, will shriek their conversation in a voice that bores like a gimlet through the whole place?
That is an invasion of privacy.

In England "it isn't done." We shouldn't stand it in a theatre, but in parlor cars we do stand it.

It is a good instance to show that the Englishman's right to privacy is larger than ours, and thus that his liberty is larger than ours.
Before leaving this point, which to my thinking is the cause of many frictions and misunderstandings between ourselves and the English, I mustn't omit to give instances of divergence, where an Englishman will speak of matters upon which we are silent, and is silent upon subjects of which we will speak.
You may present a letter of introduction to an Englishman, and he wishes to be civil, to help you to have a good time.

It is quite possible he may say something like this: "I think you had better know my sister Sophy.

You mayn't like her.