Now don't you agree ?" The philosophy seemed excellent.
"We can't all be geniuses, but we can all look jolly." Shelton hastened to look jolly.
"I tell the governor, when he 's glum, that I shall put up the shutters and leave him.

What's the good of mopin' and lookin' miserable?
Are you going to the Four-in-Hand Meet?
We're making a party.

Such fun; all the smart people!" The splendour of her shoulders, her frizzy hair (clearly not two hours out of the barber's hands), might have made him doubtful; but the frank shrewdness in her eyes, and her carefully clipped tone of voice, were guarantees that she was part of the element at the table which was really quite respectable.

He had never realised before how "smart" she was, and with an effort abandoned himself to a sort of gaiety that would have killed a Frenchman.
And when she left him, he reflected upon the expression of her eyes when they rested on a lady opposite, who was a true bird-of-prey.

"What is it," their envious, inquisitive glance had seemed to say, "that makes you so really 'smart' ?" And while still seeking for the reason, he noticed his host pointing out the merits of his port to the hawk-like man, with a deferential air quite pitiful to see, for the hawk-like man was clearly a "bad hat." What in the name of goodness did these staid bourgeois mean by making up to vice?
Was it a craving to be thought distinguished, a dread of being dull, or merely an effect of overfeeding?
Again he looked at his host, who had not yet enumerated all the virtues of his port, and again felt sorry for him.
"So you're going to marry Antonia Dennant ?" said a voice on his right, with that easy coarseness which is a mark of caste.