"It's just over ninety-eight," she said, in a minute or two.
"I told you so. I'm feeling very well."
"Do you like your grapes?"
"Yes...."
She went at last, still hesitating.... She had meant to tell him that, two days ago, he had been so ill and had called out so eagerly for his father and Elly that she had sent Hugh to telegraph to Pauws; that Pauws had come from Brussels; that Pauws had seen him the night before last. Lot had not recognized his father.... But she found all this rather difficult to tell and she went away....
In a few moments Hugh came in, sturdy as usual, with his calves showing under the breeches of his check bicycling-suit, and asked:
"Feeling better, Lot?"
"Yes, a great deal better. I wanted to have a talk with you, Hugh. Will it bore you?"
"Not at all, Lot."
"We've always got on all right, haven't we, you and I?"