"Hey, Hugo!"
"Yeah?"
"What the hell did you come over here for?"
"To be alone."
"Is that a hint?" Lefty entered the room. "They want you over at the bonfire. We've been looking all over for you."
"All right. I'll go. But, honest to God, I've had enough of this business for to-day."
Lefty slapped Hugo's shoulders. "The great must pay for their celebrity. Come on, you sap."
"All right."
"What's the matter? Anything the matter?"
"No. Nothing's the matter. Only—it's sort of sad to be—" Hugo checked himself.