"How are you?" I said, shaking his saffron-hued hand.
"Pretty beastly. And you?"
"Your remark might serve, I think," I said, taking a chair opposite him.
"Aren't you any better?" and I scanned his face closely.
He was not more than twenty, and had a singularly fine type of countenance.
"Oh yes, thanks! Crawling on."
"Any news?"
"None, I think, except that I've broken with Kitty."
I laughed.
"I knew you'd have to!" I said. "Did I not say so from the first? I felt sure you could never stand her!"