Margaret Cameron, Wainwright and the Little Gods (1907)
“ To my mind there can be no possible excuse, much less a reason, for a man's making a mountebank of himself. I speak, of course, of a man of our world—a man of breeding, of position, with traditions to sustain—in short, a gentleman. When he becomes a mountebank, he ceases, in the finer sense, to be a gentleman. Do you agree with me, Mr.—Wainwright? ”
Margaret Cameron, Wainwright and the Little Gods (1907)
“ A man came down the path, carrying a tray full of tinkling glasses. There was nothing in his size or general outline to suggest that he was other than the butler who had served earlier in the evening, and it was too dark to see his face. Wainwright arose and strolled over to where his hostess sat breathless. "What on earth!" she whispered. "Who is he?" "Give it up! I believe he's the cook's cousin's son-in-law,—that woman of yours is a jewel, Lady Bob!—and the clothes belong to Jerry Stranahan, if you know who he is. I don't, but he's a friend and a brother," he chuckled. ”
Margaret Cameron, Wainwright and the Little Gods (1907)
“ Howard desperately decided to try aggression. "He resembles—strikingly resembles a man representing himself to be a gentleman, and calling himself Harris, who—whom I have recently met." "Perhaps he is a gentleman in disguise," calmly suggested Wainwright. "Bob, you may be sheltering an angel unawares." "A gentleman never needs a disguise," significantly replied the older man. ”
