"If we had a lord for breakfast--I mean, at breakfast--would you feel at ease?
Wouldn't you be watching and wondering what it was that made him your social superior ?" "Social superior?
Bah!" "That's no argument.

As this editor wisely says, there's no remedy for human nature.

When I was a silly schoolgirl I often wondered if there wasn't a duke in the family, or even a knight.

How do you account for that feeling ?" "You were probably reading Bertha M.Clay," retorted her father, only too glad of such an opening.
"What is your opinion of titles, Mr.Webb ?" she asked calmly.
"Mr.Webb is an Englishman, Kitty," reminded her mother.
"All the more reason for wishing his point of view," was the reply.
"A title, if managed well, is a fine business asset." Thomas stared gravely at his egg-cup.
"A humorist!" cried Killigrew, as if he had discovered a dodo.
"Really, no.

I am typically English, sir." But Thomas was smiling this time; and when he smiled Kitty found him very attractive.