“Did you feel all right?”
“I didn’t feel badly at all.”
“Robert Cohn did,” Mike put in. “You were quite green, Robert.”
“The first horse did bother me,” Cohn said.
“You weren’t bored, were you?” asked Bill.
Cohn laughed.
“No. I wasn’t bored. I wish you’d forgive me that.”
“It’s all right,” Bill said, “so long as you weren’t bored.”
“He didn’t look bored,” Mike said. “I thought he was going to be sick.”
“I never felt that bad. It was just for a minute.”
“I thought he was going to be sick. You weren’t bored, were you, Robert?”
“Let up on that, Mike. I said I was sorry I said it.”
“He was, you know. He was positively green.”
“Oh, shove it along, Michael.”
“You mustn’t ever get bored at your first bullfight, Robert,” Mike said. “It might make such a mess.”
“Oh, shove it along, Michael,” Brett said.
“He said Brett was a sadist,” Mike said. “Brett’s not a sadist. She’s just a lovely, healthy wench.”