His stomach took a while to break down his food.

Bluebeat and ska from a boombox on the pavement. A suedehead dancing a delirious, inebriated moonstomp with a girl who looked like a solicitor's apprentice.

To think that he cares about nothing save the possibility of being found out and made ridiculous! All his friends have been ‘muckraked,’ as he calls it, and he has sat aloft and smiled over their plight; he was the landed gentleman, the true aristrocrat, whom the worries of traders and money-changers didn’t concern.

Speaking of scene stealing (which is, as you probably know, the art of appropriating to yourself by reason of superior acting ability the points which were intended for another), the present undefeated champion is that splendid, four-square actor Lewis Stone.