Baden-Powell of Mafeking by J. S. Fletcher

If it seems something of an impertinence to write about the life of a man who is still alive and apparently determined to be so for many years of energy and activity, it appears to be almost in the nature of a sacrilege to draw aside the veil which ought to shroud the privacy of his family life. Most English folk, whether they show it or not, are deeply in love with the sentiment expressed in Browning’s lines,—
“A peep through my window if some should prefer,
But, please you, no foot over threshold of mine”—
but in the case of the Baden-Powell family many feet have already crossed the threshold, and many hands have drawn aside the curtain.’ -an excerpt from the novel