I could wish they came often.

This shall be a weekly occurrence--not so, St.George ?" "Cawthorne," Chillingworth warned, "mind your manners, or they'll make you city editor." A momentary shadow was cast by the appearance of Rollo, who was manifestly a symbol of the world Philistine about which these guests knew more and in which they played a smaller part than any other class of men.

But the tray which Rollo bore was his passport.
Thereafter, they all trooped to the table, and Chillingworth sat at the head, and from the foot St.George watched the city editor break bread with the familiar nervous gesture with which he was wont to strip off yards of copy-paper and eat it.

There was a tacit assumption that he be the conversational sun of the hour, and in fostering this understanding the host took grateful refuge.
"This is shameful," Chillingworth began contentedly.

"Every one of you ought to be out on the Boris story." "What is the Boris story ?" asked St.George with interest.