"He ought to know better," George asserted severely, and at that moment in he came.
"George!" Richard was jubilant. "Have you heard the news?"
"What news?" George was thinking of the Carpentier-Lewis fight due that night.
"June has been awarded the Nobel prize."
"How splendid!" George looked a little puzzled. "Is it for life saving?"
"Yes," June put in quickly.
"I'm not at all surprised." George beamed at her. "You always were as plucky as they made 'em and gifted. Do you remember how charmingly you used to sing? 'Not a big voice, but so true,' Mother used to say, and she's a great judge."
"Your mother has always been so sweet to me."
"What a talented woman like you wants to write for beats me."
George had got back to his grievance again, but she lured him on to the subject of irises on which they were both experts, and it was not till just before dinner that he hurried away.