He then stuck a chased and figured fine gold brooch, with two pendant tassel-drops, set with turquoise and agates, that he had abstracted from his lordship's dressing-case, into his, or rather his lordship's finely worked shirt-front, and crowned the toilet with his lordship's best new blue coat with velvet collar, silk facings, and the Flat Hat Hunt button--'a striding fox,' with the letters 'F.H.H.' below.
'Who shall say Mr.Spraggon's not a gentleman ?' said he, as he perfumed one of his lordship's fine coronetted cambric handkerchiefs with lavender-water.

Scent, in Jack's opinion, was one of the criterions of a gentleman.
Somehow Jack felt quite differently towards the house of Jawleyford; and though he did not expect much pleasure in Mr.Sponge's company, he thought, nevertheless, that the ladies and he--Amelia and he at least--would get on very well.

Forgetting that he had come to eject Sponge on the score of insufficiency, he really began to think he might be a very desirable match for one of them himself.
'The Spraggons are a most respectable family,' said he, eyeing himself in the glass.

'If not very handsome, at all events, very genteel,' added he, speaking of himself in particular.

So saying, he adorned himself with his spectacles and set off to explore his way downstairs.