Not so Mr.Rodney.
"Sports?
Black sheep?
Upon my soul, sir, I don't understand you," he mumbled.

Mr.Rodney, although he hailed from Seattle, had never known anything but a clean and unrumpled conscience.
Freddie clapped him jovially on the shoulder.

"It's all right, Mr.
Rodney.

I'll take your word for it.

But if we are black sheep we shan't be blackguards.