"You mean that they are a law unto themselves?"
"Well, yes, that is about the size of it. No one would think of criticising a duke, for instance, on a question of manners or taste."
"Well, now, that is real interesting," she said, with a cynical little laugh. "It explains a lot of things that I had not seen before."
"Then, too," he went on, warming to his theme, "it is largely a question of feeling. You can't explain some things; you can't say why they are wrong or right, only you feel they are so."
"That is quite true, Gervase," she answered, with a smile.
"For instance, I wear a monocle sometimes. Now that is quite right for a man in my position, and quite becoming."
"Most becoming, Gervase."
"But for Peter Day, the draper, for instance, to stand in his shop-door with a glass in his right eye would look simply ridiculous."
"You would conclude he was cross-eyed, wouldn't you?"
"You would conclude he was an idiot, and, between ourselves, that's just the trouble now-a-days. The common people seem to think that they have a perfect right to do what their betters do."