Nadine looked pained.
"Did you really think I was admitting poor John without consulting you?" she said. "Though he complies with the regulations."
Hugh, streaming with the response that a healthy skin gives to heat, threw himself down on the grass.
"I vote against John!" he said. "I would sooner vote for Seymour. And I won't vote for him. Also, it is surely time to go and bathe."
"I don't know what you are all talking about," said John. "I daresay it doesn't matter. But what is the clan?"
Hugh sat up.
"The clan is nearly prigs," he said, "but not quite. But you are, quite. We are saved because we do laugh at ourselves—"
"And you are not saved because you don't," added Nadine.
"And is the whole object of the clan to think?" asked John.