Achmed Abdullah

“ Vyvyan confided: "Your way of preparing oysters, your way of mixing drinks, and the way your women clothe their jolly little tootsies." Tom Graves had already formed a sincere liking for the young Englishman, and it was evident that the latter returned the feeling.
For, with frank and talkative naïvete, he had told the American all about himself.
"I'm in disgrace," he said; "that's why I am tryin' to perk up a bit alcoholically."
"In disgrace?"
"Right. You see, I am a diplomatist."
"You—a diplomatist?" Tom laughed at the thought.
"Can't blame you for laughing," sighed Vyvyan. ”

“ The former are the men, men of all classes, who come either direct to the Northwest or via Canada and who, in spite of the fact that they are less ready to take out their citizenship papers than the Continental Europeans, mix with the native life, business and social, as oil mixes with oil, thus accounting for the fact, never yet sufficiently dwelt upon, that though in the United States there are German-Americans, Irish-Americans, Italian-Americans, and what-not, there is no organized, or unorganized, English-American party, or vote, or even consciousness. ”

“ The English man, he of the worker type, blends with the civic and national life, and his son is altogether an American.
Tom had also met and drunk with and ridden with his share of the second type of English, the wastrels, mostly remittance men who had left their country for their country's good and who received a quarterly stipend from home as long as they remained abroad. ”