"About twenty-three, or thirty-three. I like her, though she's rather a snob."
"Ah, they say all Americans are snobs, Harry, but I feel sure I'm not. Still, if I really liked a man I can't say I should turn against him even if he had a title."
"And if I really hated a person I should never get to like him, even if he had a bad reputation."
Van Buren looked surprised and impressed, also delighted.
"Is that a paradox, or an epigram, Harry?"
"I can't think!"
"Won't you tell me what it is?"
"It's bosh," said Harry impressively, "mere bosh!"
"Tell me what you really mean by it."
"How should I know? I haven't the very slightest idea," Harry said, stretching himself.