He was one of a large family with the same peculiarities, joined to a devout admiration of each other.
Indeed, they combined the artistic clique and the family clique in equal proportions.

From the conversation at their table you would have imagined that there was but one standard of good for poor humanity, that of one 'school' of one art, and absolutely no one who quite came up to it but the brothers, sisters, parents, cousins, or connections by marriage of your host.

Now, I honestly assure you that the only other man really like this one that I ever met, was what is called a 'self-made' man in a commercial clique.

Money was _his_ standard, and he seemed to be as completely unembarrassed as my artist friend by the weight of any other ideas than his own, or by any feeling short of utter satisfaction with himself.

Their contempt for the conventionalities of society was about equal.