Line of least resistance, you understand.

Now everybody's quite civil again.
And I like chauffing.' 'A mere bit of weakness!' grumbled the Squire.

'Either you keep out of the war, or you go into it.

You'd better go off to a camp now, and get trained--and shot--as quickly as possible--get done with it.' 'Oh no,' laughed the other.

'I'm all for middle courses.