True, he's a little young for full curmudgeonhood, but he's been working tirelessly at it for years, and he takes a gadfly's delight in pointing out that this or that emperor has no clothes.
I'm not that high about the relationship.
I admire all that quaint, old-fashioned politeness; it is much more to my taste than modern ease; modern ease often disgusts me.
He looked round the poor room, at the distempered walls, and the bad engravings in meretricious frames, the crinkly paper and wax flowers on the chiffonier; and he thought of a room like Father Bryan's, with panelling, with cut glass, with tulips in silver pots, such a room as he had hoped to have for his own.
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