"He has his enjoyment reflected from theirs."

"What do you think of the friend in 'Vanity Fair,' who helps his rival?"

"One of the fools," replied Holyoake, with an air of settling the
matter.

Lyle reflected.

"I can't believe it that way," he said thoughtfully.

One member was Lome Riddle; a big bluff chap with a promising moustache,
encouraged by private, tuition. "Come along there, Haviland," he
exclaimed, "a nob like you should be one of the 'boys!'" These fellows
don't know what life is--but to think of a man of muscle going back on
us!

"Kick not against the prigs, Riddle!" cried Little Steele in facetious
delight.

"Riddle, Riddle, thou art but a poor Philistine."

"A man of Gath," contributed another.

"The Philistine has his uses. He is the successful of Evolution,"
pronounced Holyoake.

"The future will see methods better than Evolution," answered Brether,
our great firm Scotchman.