There's no pleasing weak humanity.

I say, Haystoun, who's that old man ?" Gribton's jovial looks belied his words.
Lewis mentioned a name for his host's benefit.

The room was emptying rapidly, for the Cercle dined early.
"Now for business," said Gribton, when a waiter had brought the game course, and they sat in the midst of a desert of linen and velvet.

"I have given the thing up, but I spent twenty of my best years at Bardur.
So, as I am instructed to do all in my power to aid you, I am ready.
First, is it sport?
"Partly," said George, but Lewis's head gave denial.
"Because, if it is, I am not the best man.

Well, then, is it geographical?
For if it is, there is much to be done." "Partly," said Lewis.
"Then I take it that the residue is political.