What do your impulses of decent feeling amount to, anyway?
An inch below the surface you're all for the other sort of thing--the cheap and nasty.

If you could choose this minute you'd take the poorest of those drawing-room marionettes before the finest real man, if he didn't know how to wear his clothes or had trouble with his grammar." She felt that there was more than a grain of truth in this; at any rate, denial would be useless, as his tone was the tone of settled conviction.
"We've made a false start," proceeded he.

He rose, lighted a cigarette.
"We're going to start all over again.

I'll tell you what I'm going to do about it in a day or two." And he strolled away to the landing.

She saw him presently enter a canoe; under his powerful, easy stroke it shot away, to disappear behind the headland.