You should confine your attentions to the black sheep of the world, like me.

Dear me!" he went on, standing a little on one side so as not to conceal Wingate.

"My wife, apparently, has been lunching here.

Wingate, shall we form a screen in front of you, or are you content to be toppled from your pedestal ?" Wingate met the ill-natured sneer indifferently.

He even smiled as Phipps, standing on the outside of the little circle, also altered his position.