He was the real professional, and I was only the dabbler.
Blenkiron was a different matter.

Sir Walter told me to look out for squalls, and the twinkle in his eye gave me a notion of what was coming.

The first thing the sportsman did was to write a letter to the papers signed with his name.

There had been a debate in the House of Commons on foreign policy, and the speech of some idiot there gave him his cue.

He declared that he had been heart and soul with the British at the start, but that he was reluctantly compelled to change his views.