After the heavy supper they had had, they felt bound to be moderately civil; and some of the ladies and gentlemen-- especially the former--made themselves agreeable enough.

But they could not get on at all with some of the men.

Mars, the fellow in armour, was one of these.

He was a horribly conceited snob, they agreed, and only wore his armour because it was a new suit, and he thought he looked well in it.
"Well, my little men," said he, grandly, as they came up, "so you have come to see the great god of war?
I will not hurt you.

Try to lift my spear.