You are not one of them." "What do you mean ?" "I don't think the state of your health, Mr.Delamayn, is quite so satisfactory as you may be disposed to consider it yourself." Geoffrey turned to his admirers and adherents with a roar of derisive laughter.

The admirers and adherents all echoed him together.

Arnold and Blanche smiled at each other.

Even Sir Patrick looked as if he could hardly credit the evidence of his own ears.

There stood the modern Hercules, self-vindicated as a Hercules, before all eyes that looked at him.