He doesn't understand, and frankly I don't, the position of what they call over here 'the man in the street.' You see, he must be either a fool, or he must be grossly deceived." "So far as my dealings with him go, I should never call the Englishman a fool," Karetsky confessed.
"There are degrees and conditions of fools," his daughter declared calmly.

"A man with a perfectly acute brain may have simply idiotic impulses towards credulity, and a credulous man is always a fool.
Anyhow, I know what Paul wants." There was a knock at the door.

Karetsky opened it and stood aside to let Nigel pass in.

Naida held out her hand to the latter with a smile.
"I am so glad that you have come," she said, raising her eyes for a minute to his.

"Father, you remember Lord Dorminster ?" The two men exchanged a few commonplace remarks.