It's rough on the club not to have a chap like Warminster," continued I, waxing warm, and undaunted by the murmurs of my audience.

"He can make you all sit up.

He's not the sort of chap to let the Philosophers go rotting about, talking what they know nothing about and all that.

He'll see that the louts are kept out of it, and only fellows who've got a record of something are let in.

Bless you, I used to let in any sort of bounder that asked! Look round you and see.
That's the sort of lot I let in.