"But people ought to stand on their feet. All the 'sistering' in the world won't help a lame man to walk."
"I'm not so awfully lame, am I?"
"No. Just limpy. But don't try to run yet, Jerry."
"Oh, I say—"
"Just keep your eyes open. You'll see." And then quietly, "You know Phil Laidlaw, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, fine chap."
"I think it wouldn't harm you to know Phil better. He isn't brilliant, but he's steady, sure, reliable. And he stands on his feet, Jerry, on both of them."
Jerry's comment to me in telling this part of the conversation was amusing. "Phil Laidlaw is a good fellow and all that," he muttered, "but hang it all, Roger, you can't stomach having another man's virtues thrust down your throat!"
My own comment may be interesting.
"I don't wonder that she cares for him," I said. "A good match, I should say."