Mr.Westonhaugh was a griffin when he gave Mr.Isaacs that historical rupee." I cast my little bombshell into the conversation, and placidly went on manipulating my rice.
Isaacs was in too gay a humour to be offended, and he only said, turning to Miss Westonhaugh-- "Mr.Griggs is a cynyic, you know.

You must not believe anything he says." "If doing kind things makes one a griffin, I hope I may be one always," said Miss Westonhaugh quickly, "and I trust my brother is as much a griffin as ever." "I am, I assure you," said he.

"But Mr.Griggs is quite right, and shows a profound knowledge of Indian life.

No one but a griffin of the greenest ever gave anybody a rupee in Bombay--or ever will now, I should think." "Oh, John, are you going to be cynical too ?" "No, Katharine, I am not cynical at all.

I do not think you are quite sure what a 'cynic' is." "Oh yes, I know quite well.