I don't know whether you think so, too?
How the gentlemen will curse and the ladies blush when they find out who you were!" The youth reflected for a moment; but then he threw back his head, and cried-- "All right! I don't care." Master Jock looked at his watch.

"It is now a quarter to four.

Remember that.

At a quarter to four twelve months hence your gentility, your nobility, will cease.

_Till_ then you are just as much a gentleman as the rest of us.