"Still, give him credit," said Stover, smiling to himself, for he felt that he saw for the first time the human side of Brockhurst.
"I did; it was quite an amusing time."
"What happened?"
"Why, the little grubber came up to me and said, 'Brocky, old man, you ought to have had it.'"
"Why, that was rather decent," said Stover.
"Rubbish. All form," said Brockhurst impatiently. "Showed the calibre of his mind,—the obvious; nothing but the obvious. He thought it the thing to say, that's all."
"Well, what did you answer?" said Stover wondering.
"I said, 'Well, why didn't you vote for me then?'"
Stover burst out laughing, and Brockhurst, who had lost a coveted honor, was a little mollified by the tribute.
"Of course he stammered and looked annoyed—naturally; situation his imagination couldn't meet, so I said: