“By the way,” he said presently, “did you meet a lad Hennerley? He’s come out recently, I believe.” “Oh yes, he’s in the police. A rotten bounder.” “I should hardly have expected him to be that. His uncle is my friend Lord Barraclough. I had a letter from Lady Barraclough only the other day askingContinue reading “RKS British Literature: A Well Connected First Rate Sportsman or a Rotten Bounder? (W. Somerset Maugham)”
