This surprise, it is to be feared, deepened into disgust when, a few moments later, he declined a drink from Hopeton's whisky bottle, which a servant brought him.
Liquors were not provided at the mess, but officers were permitted to order what they desired.
As the bottles circulated, tongues were loosened.

There was nothing foul in the talk, but more and more profanity, with frequent apology to the chaplain, began to decorate the conversation.

Conscious of a deepening disgust with his environment, and of an overwhelming sense of isolation, Barry cast vainly about for a means of escape.

Of military etiquette he was ignorant; hence he could only wait in deepening disgust for the O.C.to give the signal to rise.

How long he could have endured is doubtful, but release came in a startling, and, to most of the members of the mess, a truly horrifying manner.
In one of those strange silences that fall upon even the noisiest of companies, Colonel Leighton, under the influence of a somewhat liberal indulgence in his whisky bottle, began the relation of a tale of very doubtful flavour.