If Mr. Arbor could not be called a type, he was at least among a certain class of Americans who had always irritated Rampole, and who can only be described as Overcultured. They try to see everything and know everything in as correct a fashion as possible. They go to the right places at exactly the right time. Their pale, assured knowledge of the arts is like their well-groomed houses and their well-groomed selves. When a new Atlantic liner is launched, they discover the proper place to sit in the dining-salon, and sit there. They avoid errors, and never drink too much.
-- John Dickson Carr, "The Mad Hatter Mystery," Collier Books: New York, 1984 (1933), 110.
