There was England still behind the little black disk, though Paul for the moment saw it not.
Wilson pulled his scrubby moustache and made no retort to Paul's anathema.

To him Paul was one of the fine flower of the Upper Classes to which lower middle-class England still, with considerable justification, believes to be imbued with incomprehensible and unalterable principles of conduct.

The grand old name of gentleman still has its magic in this country--and is, by the way, not without its influence in one or two mighty republics wherein the equality of man is very loudly proclaimed.

Wilson, therefore, gladly suffered Paul's lunatic Quixotry.

For himself he approved hugely of the cartoon.
If he could have had his way, Hickney Heath would have flamed with poster reproductions of it.