Young Randall Holmes's intimacy with the scoundrel seemed to him a matter of far greater importance.

He strode up and down his library, choleric and gesticulating.
"A gentleman and a scholar to hob-nob with a traitorous beast like that! I know that he writes for a filthy weekly paper.

Somebody sent me a copy a few days ago.

It's rot--but not actually poisonous like that he must hear from Gedge.

That's the reason, I suppose, he's not in the King's uniform.