You might learn something." "Ah," McGlenn rejoined, "you have disclosed the source of much of your information.

You learn from the ignorant that you may confound the wise." Richmond put his hand to his mouth.

"At some playful time," said he, "I might seek to confound the wise, but I should never so far forget myself as to make an experiment on you." "Mr.Witherspoon," remarked McGlenn, "we will turn from this rude barbarian and give our attention to Mr.Whittlesy, who knows all about dogs." "If he knows all about dogs," Henry replied, "he must be well acquainted with some of the most prominent traits of man." "I am not talking much to-day," said Whittlesy, ducking his head.

"I went fooling round the Board of Trade yesterday; and they got me, and they got me good." "How much did they catch you for, Whit ?" McGlenn asked.
"I won't say, but they got me, and got me good, but never mind.

Ill go after 'em." The man who had been asleep on the leather lounge got up, stretched himself, looked about for a moment, and then, coming over to the group, said: "What's all this bloody rot ?" Seeing a stranger, he added, by way of apology: "I thought this was the regular roasting lay-out." "Mr.Witherspoon," said Richmond, "let me introduce Mr.Mortimer, an old member of the club;" and when the introduction had been acknowledged, Richmond added: "Mortimer has just thought of something mean to say and has come over to say it.