Their mothers tentatively took houses in London or Paris, there came a period when their fathers or uncles, serious or anxious business men, the most unsporting of human beings, rented castles or manors with huge moors and covers attached and entertained large parties of shooters or fishers who could be lured to any quarter by the promise of the particular form of slaughter for which they burned.
"Sheer American business perspicacity, that," said Salter, as he marched up and down, thinking of a particular case of this order.

"There's something admirable in the practical way they make for what they want.
They want to amalgamate with English people, not for their own sake, but because their women like it, and so they offer the men thousands of acres full of things to kill.

They can get them by paying for them, and they know how to pay." He laughed a little, lifting his square shoulders.

"Balthamor's six thousand acres of grouse moor and Elsty's salmon fishing are rented by the Chicago man.

He doesn't care twopence for them, and does not know a pheasant from a caper-cailzie, but his wife wants to know men who do." It must be confessed that Salter was of the English who were not pleased with the American Invasion.