Of course.

He was a South Carolinian gentleman.

I was a little ashamed of my want of tact.

Meantime, looking like the conventional conception of a fashionable reveller, with his opera-hat pushed off his forehead, Captain Blunt was having some slight difficulty with his latch-key; for the house before which we had stopped was not one of those many-storied houses that made up the greater part of the street.
It had only one row of windows above the ground floor.

Dead walls abutting on to it indicated that it had a garden.