1 She was too feminine to be quite smart.
2 She didn't feel really smart, it wasn't interesting.
3 But Connie was not keen on going to London, and being steered into the smart world by Lady Bennerley.
4 Now he had become a first lieutenant in a smart regiment, so he could mock at everything more becomingly in uniform.
5 He had been taken up quite enthusiastically for a time by smart society in London, for he wrote smart society plays.
6 His isolation was a necessity to him; just as the appearance of conformity and mixing-in with the smart people was also a necessity.
7 Then gradually smart society realized that it had been made ridiculous at the hands of a down-at-heel Dublin street-rat, and revulsion came.
8 Connie's father, where he paid a flying visit to Wragby, and in private to his daughter: As for Clifford's writing, it's smart, but there's nothing in it.
9 Nevertheless he was just as carefully dressed as ever, by his expensive tailors, and he wore the careful Bond Street neckties just as before, and from the top he looked just as smart and impressive as ever.
10 Michaelis had the ear of a few million people, probably; and, being a hopeless outsider, he would no doubt be grateful to be asked down to Wragby at this juncture, when the rest of the smart world was cutting him.
11 Anyhow just when I was more than fed up with that other girl, when I was twenty-one, back comes Bertha, with airs and graces and smart clothes and a sort of bloom on her: a sort of sensual bloom that you'd see sometimes on a woman, or on a trolly.