"That is for you to decide, Peterby."
"Me, sir?"
"You, Peterby."
Here Peterby took himself by the chin again, and looked at Barnabas with thoughtful eyes and gloomy brow.
"Sir," said he, "the World of Fashion is a trivial world where all must appear trivial; it is a place where all must act a part, and where those are most regarded who are most affected; it is a world of shams and insincerity, and very jealously guarded."
"So I have heard," nodded Barnabas.
"To gain admission you must, first of all, have money."
"Yes," said Barnabas.
"Birth—if possible."
"Hum," said Barnabas.