im roar and wag his tail and stand on his hind
legs--a lion that was not always in the mood to tumble and be shown
off, unless the pilgrims were pretty and of the female sex.

Barty was a man's man par excellence, and loved to forgather with
men. The only men he couldn't stand were those we have agreed to
call in modern English the Philistines and the prigs--or both
combined, as they can sometimes be; and this objection of his would
have considerably narrowed his circle of male acquaintances but that
the Philistines and the prigs, who so detest each other, were so
dotingly fond of Barty, and ran him to earth in Marsfield.

The Philistines loved him for his world-wide popularity; the prigs
in spite of it! They loved him for himself alone--because they
couldn't help it, I suppose--and lamented over him as over a fallen
angel.

He was happiest of all with the good denizens of Bohemia, who have
known want and temptation and come unscathed out of the fire, but
with their affectations and insincerities and conventionalities all
burnt away.

Good old Bohemia--alma mater dolorosa; stern old gray she-wolf with
the dry teats--maratre au coeur de pierre! It is not a bad school
in which to graduate, if you can do so without loss of principle or
sacrifice of the delicate bloom of honor and self-respect.

Next to these I think he loved the barbarians he belonged to on his
father's side, who, whatever their faults, are seldom prigs or
Philistines; and then he loved the proletarians, who had good,
straightforward manners and no pretension--the laborer, the skilled
artisan, especially the toilers of the sea.

In spite of his love of his own sex, he was of the kind that can go
to the devil for a pretty woman.

He did not do this; he married one instead, fortunately for himself
and for his children and for her, and stuck to her and preferred her
society to any society in the world. Her mere presence seemed to
have an extraordinarily soothing influence on him; it was as though
life were short, and he could never see enough of her in the
allotted time and space; the chronic necessity of her nearness to
him became a habit and a second nature--like his pipe, as he would
say.

Still, he was such a slave to his own aesthetic eye and ever-youthful
heart that the sight of lovely woman pleased him more than the sight
of anything else on earth; he delighted in her proximity, in the
rustle of her garments, in the sound of her voice; and l