I. E. M., Confessions of an Etonian
“ Sir George Curzon for me; you are more used to that sort of thing than I."All my eloquence being thrown away upon him, and on that instant thinking of my little lady in the grove, I walked towards the group with my hat in my hand, without further hesitation."If you please, Sir George Curzon, there is a young lady in the shrubberies who wants you.""I think, young sir," replied Sir George, "you must make a mistake.""No, sir. She has lost you, she says; it is Miss Curzon." ”
