I say, Jewdwine, what _is_ he like ?" Jewdwine did not respond very eagerly; he wanted to get on with his letter.

But the club had another unwritten law as to writing.

If a majority of members desired to write, silence was vigorously insisted on.

Any number short of a majority wrote as best they could.

For this unfortunate scribe there could be no concession; he was in a minority of one.
"If"-- said he, "you can imagine the soul of a young Sophocles, battling with that of a--of a junior journalist in the body of a dissipated little Cockney--" "Can't," said Stables.