“Well, I never!” gasped Hugo. “I’m on half-pay, man!”
“Ho!” said Tarlyon. “I withdraw my consent. I hate to be unkind to majors, but I’m afraid I must. How are you going to live, man?”
“Can’t worry about cheques in Paradise, George.”
“Good for you, old Hugo! Very pretty. Bronx or Martini?”
“Sherry, thanks. George, you don’t know what love is....”
“Keep nothing from me, Hugo. What is love? Ah, what is love? I insist on being told....”
“Love,” said Hugo, “is proposing to Shirley five times in five months and being rejected five times in five months.... O God!”
“What did the girl say?”
“Say! She laughed at me, George. Five times running! ‘Dear Hugo....’ That’s what she said!”
“Poor old Hugo!”