That is to say, he talked like an
American, thought like one--there was no point of difference between
them."
"And why should there be?" asked Mrs. Corwin. "If a New York society
man is generally a weak imitation of an English peer--and no one has
ever denied that such is the case--why shouldn't an English peer be
represented as a sort of intensified New York society man?"
"Besides," said Miss Andrews, ignoring Mrs. Corwin's point, "I don't
care to be presented too really to the reading public, especially on
board a ship. I never yet knew a woman who looked well the second
day out, and if I were to be presented as I always am the second day
out, I should die of mortification. My hair goes out of curl, my
face is the color of an unripe peach, and if I do go up on deck it is
because I am so thoroughly miserable that I do not care who sees me
or what the world thinks of me. I think it is very inconsiderate of
Mr. Harley to open his story on an ocean steamer; and, what is more,
I don't like the American line. Too many Americans of the brass-band
type travel on it.
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