"It was but an accident that my father was an Englishman." Rotherby laughed softly, a thought contemptuously.

Foreigners were things which in his untraveled, unlettered ignorance he despised.

The difference between a Frenchman and a South Sea Islander was a thing never quite appreciated by his lordship.

Some subtle difference he had no doubt existed; but for him it was enough to know that both were foreigners; therefore, it logically followed, both were kin.
"Your words, sir, might be oddly interpreted.

'Pon honor, they might!" said he, and laughed softly again with singular insolence.
"If they have amused your lordship I am happy," said Mr.Caryll in such a tone that Rotherby looked to see whether he was being roasted.