Watson looked at him with surprise and with a slightly contemptuous amusement.
“Oh, I don’t know, one just knows them. If you go to dances you soon get to know as many people as you can do with.”
Philip hated Watson, and yet he would have given anything to change places with him. The old feeling that he had had at school came back to him, and he tried to throw himself into the other’s skin, imagining what life would be if he were Watson.
