Edgar Wallace

“ This is private land."
"I was sitting down," said Carfew.
"But you mustn't sit down in our park," said the girl petulantly. "My papa is Lord Kullug, and you will be prosecuted."
"It seems a very inadequate reason," said Carfew very calmly.
"You are not an artist, are you?" she asked suddenly. "My papa does not allow artists in our park."
"I am not an artist," said Carfew impressively—"I am a gentleman."
He thought she looked dubiously at him, and was nettled.
"You ought to go away," she said; "we don't want strangers in our park." ”

“ Carfew talked and talked, and the more readily he talked, the more readily did his host accept the position of audience.
He interrupted Carfew once to ask him what capital he had. Carfew said he had exactly fifty per cent. more than he possessed.
At the end of the lunch Lord Kullug found an opportunity.
"You're an interesting young man," he said, "and you should go far. I can help you."
Carfew murmured his appreciation.
"I have a considerable experience of the world," his lordship went on, "especially of the financial world, and I can put you in the way of a fortune." ”

“ He praised her coolness in the moment of danger, and compared it with the panic into which Lady Bagford fell when she was thrown into the sea off Cowes from Carfew's yacht.
"She gave me twenty times the trouble you gave me," said Carfew reminiscently, "and I assure you there was no more danger than if she had fallen into my private swimming bath at Blenheim House."
Carfew was a good talker, and in the half-mile walk he brought about a revolution in the girl's opinion of him and his conduct. ”