"I happen to know that he came through with banners flying and drums beating; and he has turned into no end of a surgeon.

I've heard old Kingston on him." "But what about you, Dunn ?" asked Linklater, with a kind of curious uncertainty in his voice, as if dreading a tale of calamity.
"Oh, I've loafed about town a little, golfing a bit and slumming a bit for a chap that got ill, and in spare moments looking after Martin here." "And the International ?" Dunn hesitated.
"Come on, old chap," said Martin, "take your medicine." "Well," admitted Dunn, "I had to chuck it.

But," he hastened to add, "Nesbitt has got the thing in fine shape, though of course lacking the two brilliant quarters of last year and the half--for Cameron's out of it--it's rather rough on Nesbitt." "Oh, I say! It's rotten, it's really ghastly! How could you do it, Dunn ?" said Linklater.

"I could weep tears of blood." To this Dunn made no reply.

His disappointment was even yet too keen for him to treat it lightly.