To realise that the courage and honour had been lost in ignoble modern vices, which no sense of dignity and reverence for race and name had restrained--must be bitter--bitter! And in the role of a servant to lead a stranger about among the ruins of what had been--that must have been bitter, too.

For a moment Betty felt the bitterness of it herself and her red mouth took upon itself a grim line.

The worst of it for him was that he was not of that strain of his race who had been the "bad lot." The "bad lot" had been the weak lot, the vicious, the self-degrading.

Scandals which had shut men out from their class and kind were usually of an ugly type.

This man had a strong jaw, a powerful, healthy body, and clean, though perhaps hard, eyes.