I should say not.

I shouldn't wonder though if most of his writing had been done with his tongue in his cheek.

Of course.

That's to be expected.

I tell you what: the only really honest writing is to be found in newspapers and nowhere else--and don't you forget it." The Editor paused with a basilisk stare till Renouard had conceded a casual: "I dare say," and only then went on to explain that old Dunster, during his European tour, had been made rather a lion of in London, where he stayed with the Moorsoms--he meant the father and the girl.