John remained for a moment without speaking. He searched his mind for care-free, debonair remarks, and found it singularly short of them.
"Hugo's a splendid chap," he contrived to say at length.
"Yes—so bright!"
"Yes."
"Nice-looking fellow."
"Yes."
"A thoroughly good chap."
"Yes."
John found that he had exhausted the subject of Hugo's qualities. He relapsed into a gray silence and half thought of treading on an offensively cheerful worm which had just appeared beside his shoe and seemed to be asking for it.
Pat stifled a little yawn.