text:  Hospitality never enters into the composition of a gentility-monger: he gives a dinner wine and a shake of the hand but does not know what the word _welcome_ means: he says now and then to his wife "My dear I think we must give a dinner;" a dinner is accordingly determined on cards issued three weeks in advance that you may be premeditatedly dull; the dinner is gorgeous to repletion that conversation may be kept as stagnant as possible