"I am sure he did," said Lizzie.
"I mean as to politics. To him we are all turbulent demagogues and Bohemians. Eustace is an old-world Tory, if there's one left anywhere. But you're right, Lady Eustace; he is a gentleman."
"He knows on which side his bread is buttered as well as any man," said Sir Griffin.
"Am I a demagogue," said Lizzie, appealing to the Corsair, "or a Bohemian? I didn't know it."
"A little in that way, I think, Lady Eustace;—not a demagogue, but demagognical;—not a Bohemian, but that way given."
"And is Miss Roanoke demagognical?"
"Certainly," said Lord George. "I hardly wrong you there, Miss Roanoke?"
"Lucinda is a democrat, but hardly a demagogue, Lord George," said Mrs. Carbuncle.
"Those are distinctions which we hardly understand on this thick-headed side of the water. But demagogues, democrats, demonstrations, and Demosthenic oratory are all equally odious to John Eustace. For a young man he's about the best Tory I know."
"He is true to his colours," said Mr. Emilius, who had been endeavouring to awake the attention of Miss Roanoke on the subject of Shakespeare's dramatic action, "and I like men who are true to their colours." Mr. Emilius spoke with the slightest possible tone of a foreign accent,—a tone so slight that it simply served to attract attention to him.