Bless his dear heart, he'll be overjoyed to have you with him, at last." The major pulled out his handkerchief, blew his nose vigorously, and then surreptitiously wiped his eyes.
"Ah, Patsy, Patsy; it's an angel you are, and nothing less at all, at all." "Rubbish, Major.

Try your claret, and see if it's right.

And eat your fish before it gets cold.

I'll not treat you again, sir, unless you try to look happy.

Why, you seem as glum as old Conover himself!" The major was positively beaming.
"Would it look bad for me to kiss you, Patsy ?" "Now ?" "Now and right here in this very room!" "Of course it would.