"'There is always a table.' Well, you know, there always is."
"He must be a very wise man."
"He is."
"What's his special line?"
She exclaimed:
"Don't you know father? Hasn't Miss Wheeler told you? Or Mrs. Orgreave?"
"No."
"But you must know father. Father's 'Parisian' in The Sunday Journal ."
Despite the mention of this ancient and very dignified newspaper, George felt a sense of disappointment. He had little esteem for journalists, whom Mr. Enwright was continually scoffing at, and whom he imagined to be all poor. He had conceived Mr. Ingram as perhaps a rich cosmopolitan financier, or a rich idler—but at any rate rich, whatever he might be.
"Of course he does lots of other work besides that. He writes for the Pall Mall Gazette and the St. James's Gazette. In fact it's his proud boast that he writes for all the gazettes, and he's the only man who does. That's because he's so liked. Everybody adores him. I adore him myself. He's a great pal of mine. But he's very strict."