"I have grown to look upon myself as being an exception.

I forget that there might be others.

You might even be one of our prophets--a Paul Fiske in disguise." His eyes narrowed a little as he looked at her closely.

From across the table, the Bishop broke off an interesting discussion on the subject of his addresses to the working classes, and the Earl set down his wineglass with an impatient gesture.
"Does no one really know," Mr.Stenson asked, "who Paul Fiske is ?" "No one, sir," Mr.Hannaway Wells replied.

"I thought it wise, a short time ago, to set on foot the most searching enquiries, but they were absolutely fruitless." The Bishop coughed.
"I must plead guilty," he confessed, "to having visited the offices of The Monthly Review with the same object.