Holland.
Heaven only knows. I know he isn’t English, though he speaks it wonderfully.
Lady Wanley.
Is he by way of being a gentleman?
Holland.
I can only tell you that he’s thoroughly at home in whatever society he finds himself.
Lady Wanley.
I daresay that’s not a bad definition of a gentleman.
Holland.
He’s sailed before the mast, been a bar-tender in New York, and an engine-driver on the Canadian Pacific. He’s been a miner up in the Klondyke, and he’s worked on a ranch in Texas. And if he’s a waiter now, I daresay he’ll be an organ-grinder next week, and a company-promoter the week after. I’ve seen half a dozen fortunes within his grasp, and he’s let them all slip through his fingers from sheer indifference to money.