Erskine of Treadley, an old gentleman of considerable charm and culture, who had fallen, however, into bad habits of silence, having, as he explained once to Lady Agatha, said everything that he had to say before he was thirty.
Erskine; "I myself would say that it had merely been detected."
Erskine moved round, and taking a chair close to him, placed his hand upon his arm.
Erskine. I should like to write a novel certainly, a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet and as unreal.
Erskine. "I myself used to have literary ambitions, but I gave them up long ago.
Chichester Erskine, author of a tragedy entitled 'The Patriot Martyrs,' dedicated with enthusiastic devotion to the Spirit of Liberty and half a dozen famous upholders of that principle, and denouncing in forcible language the tyranny of the late Tsar of Russia, Bomba of Naples, and Napoleon the Third?"
"Yes, sir," said Erskine, reddening; for he felt that this description might make his drama seem ridiculous to those present who had not read it.
Then he nodded to Sir Charles, waved his hand familiarly to Erskine, and followed the procession, which was by this time out of sight.
Erskine had discreetly slipped away, and was in the road, tightening a screw in his bicycle.
"Come along," she said to Erskine. "We shall be late for luncheon."
"Come along." And she went off at a canter, Erskine following her with a misgiving that his visit was unfortunately timed.