“But that’s a dissenter,” said Philip.
He could not imagine why they both burst into laughter, Hayward uproariously, and Weeks with a funny chuckle.
“And in England dissenters aren’t gentlemen, are they?” asked Weeks.
“Well, if you ask me point-blank, they’re not,” replied Philip rather crossly.
He hated being laughed at, and they laughed again.
“And will you tell me what a gentleman is?” asked Weeks.
“Oh, I don’t know; everyone knows what it is.”
“Are you a gentleman?”
No doubt had ever crossed Philip’s mind on the subject, but he knew it was not a thing to state of oneself.
“If a man tells you he’s a gentleman you can bet your boots he isn’t,” he retorted.