I suppose we should have met whilst I am down here, if you hadn't developed too adventurous a spirit." Furley glanced at Julian and smiled.
"I am not so sure about that, sir," he said.

"Your host doesn't approve of me very much." "Do political prejudices exist so far from their home ?" Mr.Stenson asked.
"I am afraid my father is rather old-fashioned," Julian confessed.
"You are all old-fashioned--and stiff with prejudice," Furley declared.
"Even Orden," he went on, turning to Catherine, "only tolerates me because we ate dinners off the same board when we were both making up our minds to be Lord High Chancellor." "Our friend Furley," Julian confided, as he leaned across the table and took a cigarette, "has no tact and many prejudices.

He does write such rubbish about the aristocracy.

I remember an article of his not very long ago, entitled `Out with our Peers!' It's all very well for a younger son like me to take it lying down, but you could scarcely expect my father to approve.

Besides, I believe the fellow's a renegade.