It gives him a high ideal, and if he is worth anything he will try to make himself worthy of her, and the good it does him will continue even after the charm is broken." "What a fellow you are, Doctor," Captain Doolan said, looking down upon his companion, "talking away like that in the middle of this racket, which would be enough to bother Saint Patrick himself!" "Well, come along downstairs, Doolan; we will have a final peg and then be off; I expect Bathurst is beginning to fidget before now." "It will do him good," Captain Doolan said disdainfully.

"I have no patience with a man who is forever working himself to death, riding about the country as if Old Nick were behind him, and never giving himself a minute for diversion of any kind.

Faith, I would rather throw myself down a well and have done with it, than work ten times as hard as a black nigger." "Well, I don't think, Doolan," the Doctor said dryly, "you are ever likely to be driven to suicide by any such cause." "You are right there, Doctor," the other said contentedly.

"No man can throw it in my teeth that I ever worked when I had no occasion to work.
If there were a campaign, I expect I could do my share with the best of them, but in quiet times I just do what I have to do, and if anyone has an anxiety to take my place in the rota for duty, he is as welcome to it as the flowers of May.

I had my share of it when I was a subaltern; there is no better fellow living than the Major, but when he was Captain of my company he used to keep me on the run by the hour together, till I wished myself back in Connaught, and anyone who liked it might have had the whole of India for anything I cared; he was one of the most uneasy creatures I ever came across." "The Major is a good officer, Doolan, and you were as lazy a youngster, and as hard a bargain, as the Company ever got.