J. S. Fletcher,
The Copper Box — Chapter 5
(1923)
“ Parslewe is, I see, a connoisseur in Chippendale work.” He went nearer to the sideboard, but we both saw that he was not looking at it at all; he was staring at the coat-of-arms on the copper box. “Delightful pursuit, collecting,” he said, straightening himself. “Well, I must run away. Pleasure must not be put before business, and I have a car waiting, and business at the other end of a drive.” He shook hands with Madrasia with—I thought—unnecessary cordiality. Madrasia turned to me. “Perhaps you’ll see Sir Charles safely down the stair?” she suggested. ”
