'It'll be in all the papers--the fellows will gas about it at mess--it's awfully hard lines on me.

It makes me feel rotten!' The Squire laughed.

He was reminded of a Fourth of June years before, when Desmond had gone through agonies of shame because his father was not, in his eyes, properly 'got-up' for the occasion--how he had disappeared in the High Street, and only joined his people again in the crowd at the fireworks.
'I recommend you to stick it, Desmond.

It won't last long.

I've got my part to play, and you've got yours.