Then he sprawled his long six foot of limb and body across the box again.
"You should try loving somebody, for a change," said Tanny.

"You've been loved too often.

Why not try and love somebody ?" Jim eyed her narrowly.
"I couldn't love YOU," he said, in vicious tones.
"_A la bonne heure_!" said Tanny.
But Jim sank his chin on his chest, and repeated obstinately: "I want to be loved." "How many times have you been loved ?" Robert asked him.

"It would be rather interesting to know." Jim looked at Robert long and slow, but did not answer.
"Did you ever keep count ?" Tanny persisted.
Jim looked up at her, malevolent.
"I believe I did," he replied.
"Forty is the age when a man should begin to reckon up," said Lilly.
Jim suddenly sprang to his feet, and brandished his fists.
"I'll pitch the lot of you over the bloody rail," he said.
He glared at them, from under his bald, wrinkled forehead.

Josephine glanced round.