Oh, Henry, if only you could get rid of a few of your prejudices, how much more civilised a human being you would be!" He raised his hat.

His expression was a little grim.
"The man without prejudices, my dear Violet," he retorted, "is a man without instincts....

I wish you luck." She ran lightly up the steps and waved her hand.

He watched her pass through the doors into the hotel..