Gally produced his case. Vanessa stood looking over the battlements, a rather rapt expression on her face.
"I suppose your ancestors used to pour boiling lead on people from up here?" she said.
"All the time. Made them jump."
"That's just the sort of thing I find so romantic about the place."
"I can see how you might. Very attractive, those old English customs."
(from A Pelican At Blandings, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)