We could lead a happy and noble life together." "We belong to two different social classes, Paul," she said gently, again sitting in the straight-backed chair by the table.
"We don't," he replied.

"I repudiated my claims to the other class this evening.

I was admitted into what is called high society, partly because people took it for granted that I was a man of good birth.

Now that I've publicly proclaimed that I'm not--and the newspapers will pretty soon find out all about me now--I'll drop out of that same high society.

I shan't seek readmittance." "People will seek you." "You don't know the world," said he.
"It must be mean and horrid." "Oh, no.