His characteristic expression is one of haughtiness, or rather disdain, composed in equal parts of love of all things English and contempt for all things that are not.

This type is occasionally so insupportable, even to his compatriots, that Dickens, Thackeray and others have often made fun of it.

How he turned up his nose at the station at Uzun Ada, at the train, at the men, at the car in which he had secured a seat by placing in it his traveling bag! Let us call him No.

8 in my pocketbook.
There seem to be no personages of importance.

That is a pity.