"You have seen it?"
"Often."
"Where?"
"In England, at his own place, among his own servants and dependents. I remember very well, it struck even my childish eyes."
"Well, after all, that is nothing still but a refined kind of haughtiness."
"It is a kind that I wish some of our Americans would copy," said Fleda.
"But, dear Fleda," said Mrs. Rossitur, "all Americans are not like that lady you were talking of it would be very unfair to make her a sample. I don't think I ever heard any one speak so in my life you never heard me speak so."
"Dear aunt Lucy! no I was only giving instance for instance. I have no idea that Mr. Carleton is a type of Englishmen in general I wish he were. But I think it is the very people that cry out against superiority, who are the most happy to assert their own where they can; the same jealous feeling that repines on the one hand, revenges itself on the other."
"Superiority of what kind?" said Charlton, stiffly.
"Of any kind superiority of wealth, or refinement, or name, or standing. Now, it does not follow that an Englishman is proud because he keeps liveried servants, and it by no means follows that an American lacks the essence of haughtiness because he finds fault with him for doing so."