On the _Scoriac_ Harold An Wolf, now John Robinson, kept aloof from every one.

He did not make any acquaintances, did not try to.

Some of those at table with him, being ladies and gentlemen, now and again made a polite remark; to which he answered with equal politeness.

Being what he was he could not willingly offend any one; and there was nothing in his manner to repel any kindly overture to acquaintance.

But this was the full length his acquaintanceship went; so he gradually felt himself practically alone.