." Shelton turned away, as if he had been too close to one whose hair smelt of cantharides; and, looking round the room, he frowned.

With the exception of his cousin, he seemed the only person there of English blood.

Americans, Mesopotamians, Irish, Italians, Germans, Scotch, and Russians.

He was not contemptuous of them for being foreigners; it was simply that God and the climate had made him different by a skin or so.
But at this point his conclusions were denied (as will sometimes happen) by his introduction to an Englishman--a Major Somebody, who, with smooth hair and blond moustache, neat eyes and neater clothes, seemed a little anxious at his own presence there.

Shelton took a liking to him, partly from a fellow-feeling, and partly because of the gentle smile with which he was looking at his wife.