"Meanwhile I shall undress," said Hirst. When naked of all but his shirt, and bent over the basin, Mr.
"They're so stupid," said Hirst. "You're sitting on my pyjamas."
"There can't be two opinions about that, I imagine," said Hirst, hopping briskly across the room, "unless you're in love--that fat woman Warrington?" he enquired.
"The women I saw to-night were not fat," said Hirst, who was taking advantage of Hewet's company to cut his toe-nails.
"You know I can't describe things!" said Hirst. "They were much like other women, I should think.
"So I used to think once," said Hirst. "But now they're all types.
"Quite alone," said Hirst. "You try to get out, but you can't.
"I wonder if this is what they call an ingrowing toe-nail?" said Hirst, examining the big toe on his left foot.
"I wonder if it's really nice to be as vague as you are?" asked Hirst, looking at him.
"I envy you--some things," said Hirst. "One: your capacity for not thinking; two: people like you better than they like me.
"Of course it is," said Hirst. "But that's not the difficulty.
Although they had known each other for three years Hirst had never yet heard the true story of Hewet's loves.