Little elegances appeared in the studio--he offered you Scotch in a Venetian decanter and Melachrinos from a chased silver box.

The farouche element faded out of his speech; his ideas remained as fresh and as simple as ever, but he gave them a form, bless me! that might have been used at the Club.

He worked as hard as ever, but more variously; he tried his hand at several new things.

He said he was feeling about for something that would really make his reputation.
In spite of all this his little measure of success made him more contemptuous than before of its scene and its elements.

He declared that he had a poorer idea than ever of society now that he saw the pattern from the smart side.