it is! The p-pater's too mean to pay for me to go decently."

He was looking down at his shoes as he spoke. She noticed that the nice
brown eyes were quite far apart; the forces that set them so had not
meant them to be shifty. His chin was strong, too, but his mouth was
loose and much too mobile. It quivered when he had finished speaking.
She reflected that if she had seen him in a train reading, and not
speaking to anyone, she would have thought him very nice to look at.
Only his nervousness and his mannerisms made him unpleasant.

"He'd go first class himself if he was going to Hades! Steerage is good
enough for Louis--as there's no way of letting him run behind like a
little dog!" He began to bite his lower lip, and his fingers twisted
aimlessly.

"I hadn't thought of the lack of dignity in it," said Marcella calmly.
"I said I'd come steerage, and here I am. I'm sure it's going to be
jolly."

"I don't suppose you'd notice, being a farmer's daughter," he said.

"I never notice anything, and I never worry about things. I knew
perfectly well aunt couldn't afford to pay more for me, and I'm not
such a fool as to pretend she could."

"And I'm to consider myself squashed--abso-bally-lutely pestle and
mortared?" he said, turning away flushing and biting his lip.

"Quite. I hate pretenders," she said. The next moment he heard her cabin
trunk being pushed noisily inside and the door was banged to.