I'm going to waltz around in a motor-car, probably with tabs up, and lecture.

And there aren't to be any questions asked, for that's subversive of discipline." "Good Lord, man, do talk sense! What in the world do you mean ?" "I mean jolly well what I say, if you want to know, or something precious like it.

The blinking Army's got dry-rot and revolutionary fever, and we may all be murdered in our little beds unless I put a shoulder to the wheel.

That's a bit mixed, but it'll stand.

I shall be churning out this thing by the yard in a little." "Any extra pay ?" demanded Pennell anxiously.