In his first interview with St.
George, Rollo had said: "I always enjoy being kep' busy, sir.

_To me_, the busy man is a grand sight," and St.George had at once appreciated his possibilities.

Rollo was like the fine print in an almanac.
When the candles were burning and the lights had been turned on in the little ochre den where the billiard-table stood, St.George emerged--a well-made figure, his buoyant, clear-cut face accurately bespeaking both health and cleverness.

Of a family represented by the gentle old bishop and his own exquisite mother, himself university-bred and fresh from two years' hard, hand-to-hand fighting to earn an honourable livelihood, St.George, of sound body and fine intelligence, had that temper of stability within vast range which goes pleasantly into the mind that meets it.

A symbol of this was his prodigious popularity with those who had been his fellow-workers--a test beside which old-world traditions of the urban touchstones are of secondary advantage.