“Why, certainly, anything I can tell you——”
“Yes; well, is that real or does it—er—come off?”
“What?” inquired Mr. Fallow blankly.
“Why, that—that—” Hugh made a vague gesture—“that thing on your lip.”
“Oh! Ha, ha, very good!” Mr. Fallow laughed wanly. “Good—good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon,” said Hugh sweetly.
Afterwards, hurrying across the green, he said to himself: “It was a bit caddish, and no mistake, but after what he put me through he certainly owed me something!”