I should have lived and died a gentleman.

I could have had it engraved upon my tombstone: "He never in his life committed a single act unbecoming to a gentleman." To be a gentleman is not so easy, perhaps, as a fashionable novelist imagines.

One is forced to the conclusion that it is not a question entirely for the outfitter.

My attention was attracted once by a notice in the window of a West-End emporium, "Gentlemen supplied." It is to such like Universal Providers that the fashionable novelist goes for his gentleman.

The gentleman is supplied to him complete in every detail.