"I have a great weakness for comfort.

In fact, I can't bear to be uncomfortable.

I live luxuriously.

I'll be back in a few minutes." He disappeared behind a bluff and came back in a short time with a large bundle of swamp-grass, which he speedily made into a very comfortable bed.
"Now then," he said cheerfully, "there you are.

Have you any objection to prayers?
It is a rule of this camp to have prayers night and morning, especially if any strangers happen along.
I like to practise on them, you know." French nodded gravely.