His eyes had strayed to a distant corner of the room, where Naida and her two companions were seated.
"We cannot escape anywhere," he declared, "from this overmastering wave of mediocrity.

A couple of generations and a little intermarriage may put things right.

A Chancellor of the Exchequer with genius, fifteen years ago, might even have prevented it." "You can claim, at any rate, a bloodless and unapparent revolution," the Prince observed.

"You chivied your aristocracy of birth out of existence with yellow papers, your aristocracy of mind with a devastating income tax.

This is the class whom you left to gorge,--the war profiteers.