"We were expected." "Curse it, Maurice!" Fitzgerald began pacing the room.
"No, no," said Maurice; "let us eat it; that's what it's here for," and he fell to with that vigor known only to healthy blood.
"But what's to be done ?" "Follow Solomon's advice, and wait." "You're taking it cursed cool." "Force of habit," breaking the toast.

"What's the use of wasting powder?
Because I have shown only the exterior, our friend the Colonel has already formed an opinion of me.

I am brave if need be, but young and careless.

In a day or so--for I suppose we are not to be liberated at once--he'll forget to use proper caution in respect to me.

And then, 'who can say ?' as the Portuguese says when he hasn't anything else to say.