He was a hero to his valet, who bullied him, and a terror to most of his relations, whom he bullied in turn.
Only England could have produced him, and he always said that the country was going to the dogs.

His principles were out of date, but there was a good deal to be said for his prejudices.
When Lord Henry entered the room, he found his uncle sitting in a rough shooting-coat, smoking a cheroot and grumbling over The Times.

"Well, Harry," said the old gentleman, "what brings you out so early?
I thought you dandies never got up till two, and were not visible till five." "Pure family affection, I assure you, Uncle George.

I want to get something out of you." "Money, I suppose," said Lord Fermor, making a wry face.

"Well, sit down and tell me all about it.