"Any literary scrub, or shabby, whining artist."
"For the scrubby, shabby, whining I have no taste; for literature and the arts I have. And there I wonder how your Fawthrop Wynne would suit me. He cannot write a note without orthographical errors; he reads only a sporting paper; he was the booby of Stilbro' grammar school!"
"Unladylike language! Great God! to what will she come?" He lifted hands and eyes.
"Never to the altar of Hymen with Sam Wynne."

 a shabby, whining artist?"
"For the shabby and whining I have no taste; for literature and the arts I have. And Samuel Wynne cannot write a note without errors; he reads only a sporting paper; he was the booby of Stilbro' grammar school!"
"Unladylike language! Great God! to what will she come?" He lifted his hands and eyes. 