Aaron strayed round uneasily looking at the books, bought but not read, and at the big pictures above.

It was Arthur who fetched out the little boxes containing the orders conferred on Sir William for his war-work: and perhaps more, for the many thousands of pounds he had spent on his war-work.
There were three orders: one British, and quite important, a large silver star for the breast: one Italian, smaller, and silver and gold; and one from the State of Ruritania, in silver and red-and-green enamel, smaller than the others.
"Come now, William," said Lady Franks, "you must try them all on.

You must try them all on together, and let us see how you look." The little, frail old man, with his strange old man's blue eyes and his old man's perpetual laugh, swelled out his chest and said: "What, am I to appear in all my vanities ?" And he laughed shortly.
"Of course you are.

We want to see you," said the white girl.
"Indeed we do! We shouldn't mind all appearing in such vanities--what, Lady Franks!" boomed the Colonel.
"I should think not," replied his hostess.

"When a man has honours conferred on him, it shows a poor spirit if he isn't proud of them." "Of course I am proud of them!" said Sir William.