"Anyone would think that to save a few hundred human lives was a thing to be ashamed of.

It was the same thing in South Africa; always slinking off into the background when the work was done, till everyone took you for nothing but a looker-on--a chap who ought to wear the V.C., if ever there was one," he ended, thrusting an arm through Charlie's, as the latter, having put on his coat, turned once more towards them.
"Oh, you are utterly wrong," the boy said forcibly, almost angrily.

"If you judge a man by what he does on impulse you might decorate the biggest blackguard in the world with the V.C." "You're made of impulse, my dear lad," Bertie remarked, walking off with him.

"You're a mass of impulse.

That's why you do such idiotic things." Charlie yielded, chafing, to the friendly hand.
"I should like to kick you, Bertie," he said.
But he went no further than that.