"Brace yourself, my friend," Urquhart said. "Hearts have been broken on that ground before now."
James said that he had made his peace with God—but Lucy looked full-eyed and serious.
"I never know when you are laughing at us," she said to Urquhart.
"Be sure that I have never laughed at you in my life," he said across the table-cloth.
"He laughs at me," said James behind his eyeglass; "but I defy him. The man who can laugh at himself is the man I envy. Now I never could do that."
"You've hit me in a vital spot," Urquhart said. "That's my little weakness; and that's why I've never succeeded in anything—even in breaking my neck."
Lancelot nudged his friend Patrick. "Do you twig that?"
Patrick blinked, having his mouth too full to nod conveniently.
"Can't drive a motor, I suppose! Can't fly—I don't think."
"As to breaking your neck," said James, "there's still a chance for you."