Upon my soul, Dartrey, he makes me feel like a republican of the bloodthirsty age, he's so blasted superior!" "You're going back to the smaller outlook, Miller," his chief expostulated.

"These personal prejudices should be entirely negligible.
I am perfectly certain that Tallente himself would lay no stress upon them." "Stress upon them?
Damn it, I'm as good as he is!" Miller exclaimed irritably.

"There's no harm in Tallente's ratting, quitting his order and coming amongst us Democrats, but what I do object to is his bringing the mannerisms and outlook of Eton and Oxford amongst us.

When I am with him, he always makes me feel that I am doing the wrong thing and that he knows it." Dartrey frowned a little impatiently.
"This is rubbish, Miller," he pronounced.

"It is you who are to blame for attaching the slightest importance to these trifles." "Trifles!" Miller growled.