"I should have taken Mr.Dod for an Englishman," she said, at which the miscalculated Mr.Dod looked alarmed.
"Is that so ?" he responded.

"Then I'll book my passage back at once.
I've been over there too long.

You see I've been kind of obliged to stay for reasons connected with the firm, but you ladies can take my word for it that when you get through this sort of ridiculous veneer I've picked up you'll find a regular all-wool-and-a-yard-wide city-of-Chicago American, and I'm bound to ask you not to forget it.
This English way of talking is a thing that grows on a fellow unconsciously, don't you know.

It wears off when you get home." At which Miss Cora and Miss Nancy looked at each other smilingly and repeated "Don't you know" in derisive echo, and we all felt that our young friend had been too modest about his acquirements.
"But we mustn't neglect our old masters," cried Miss Nancy as those of the first corridor began to slip past us on the walls, with no desire to interrupt.

"What do you think of this Greek Byzantine style, Mr.Wick?
Somehow it doesn't seem to appeal to me, though whether it's the flatness--or what----" "It _is_ flat, certainly," agreed the Senator, "but that's a very popular style of angel for Christmas cards--the more expensive kinds.
Here, I suppose, we get the original." "That is Tuscan school, sir--madam," put in the guide, "and not angel--Saint Cecilia.