'Good chaps in both,' he said cheerfully, 'and plenty of blighters, too.

I'm Liberal, because my family have always been Whigs.' But if he was lukewarm politically he had strong views on other things.

He found out I knew a bit about horses, and jawed away about the Derby entries; and he was full of plans for improving his shooting.

Altogether, a very clean, decent, callow young man.
As we passed through a little town two policemen signalled us to stop, and flashed their lanterns on us.
'Beg pardon, Sir Harry,' said one.

'We've got instructions to look out for a car, and the description's no unlike yours.' 'Right-o,' said my host, while I thanked Providence for the devious ways I had been brought to safety.