For one thing, there is just a little too much condescension in my dear cousin's manner.

I may be a yellow dog, but I don't like to sit up and beg when my master threatens to throw me a bone.

Perhaps I'm particular as to who that master may be." Again it was Emily who spoke.
"Perhaps you are--TOO particular," she said.

"Can you afford to be so particular ?" "Probably not.

But, you see, there is another thing.