I have invited to lunch with us, a young man whom--Tenham, for instance, if he were here--would call 'a bounder.' He is nothing of the sort.

In his junior-assistant-salesman way, he is rather a fine thing.

I never saw anything more decently human than his way of asking me--man to man, making friends by the roadside if I was 'up against it.' No other fellow I have known has ever exhibited the same healthy sympathy." The Reverend Lewis was entranced.

Already he was really quite flushed with interest.

As Assyrian character, engraved upon sarcophogi, would have allured and thrilled him, so was he allured by the cryptic nature of the two or three American slang phrases Mount Dunstan had repeated to him.