But where is the party?
They all want to be kings.

The best point in his favour is that they are likely enough to take a gentleman if they must have a leader.
But there still remains the question whether he can make anything out of the material." "I hope to God he can't!" said the old general, grimly; "it is these town-chatterers of yours that will bring the Empire about our heads before we've done.

They've begun it already, wherever they saw a chance." * * * * * In the drawing-room Wharton devoted himself for a few minutes to his hostess, a little pushing woman, who confided to his apparently attentive ear a series of grievances as to the bad manners of the great ladies of their common party, and the general evil plight of Liberalism in London from the social point of view.
"Either they give themselves airs--_rediculous_ airs!--or they admit everybody!" she said, with a lavish use of white shoulders and scarlet fan by way of emphasis.

"My husband feels it just as much as I do.

It is a real misfortune for the party that its social affairs should be so villainously managed.