He lived with his eye on it from morning till night, and the world was so stupid it never suspected the trick.

Everything he did was pose--pose so subtly considered that if one were not on the lookout one mistook it for impulse.

Ralph had never met a man who lived so much in the land of consideration.

His tastes, his studies, his accomplishments, his collections, were all for a purpose.

His life on his hill-top at Florence had been the conscious attitude of years.