"I can lecture on engineering, and would do for an extra sixpence.

Whisky's going up, and I haven't paid my last mess bill." "You haven't, old son," said Arnold, coming in, "and you've jolly well got to.

Here's a letter for you, Graham." Peter glanced at the envelope and tore it open.

Pennell knocked his pipe out with feigned dejection.

"The fellow makes me sick, padre," he said.
"He gets billets-doux every hour of the blessed day." Peter jumped up excitedly.