Re: The Aristocrat/The Carnie
Manners were convention. The Count looked as if he knew what every piece of cutlery on the table did and how it ought to be held. He looked as if he could eat quail or soup as elegantly as anything else and without spotting either the spotless snow of his shirt or soiling the napkin folded severely over his lap. Manners had impressed themselves upon the youth and he availed himself of the napkin. The Count looked moderately more comfortable.
"From being sent back to wherever it is you are staying." It was impolite, to point out how obviously the boy was incongruous with the car, but it was truth. And the Count indulged in truth, the ruthlessly bare sort barely tolerated by the polite. "The waiters would enjoy re-establishing order." Which was also true, although a little more knowing than an aristocrat might strictly observe from his seat. The train had stopped. Order was out of place.