"Do you think Tommy worries about his sins?
Are the men in our mess miserable?
Does the girl the good books talked about, who flirts and smokes and drinks and laughs, sit down by night on the edge of her little white bed and feel a blank in her life?
Does she, Arnold ?" "I'm blest if I know; I haven't been there! You seem to know a precious lot about it," he added dryly.
"Oh, don't rag and don't be facetious.

If you do, I shall clear.

I'm trying to talk sense, and at any rate it's what I feel.

And I believe you know I'm right too." Peter was plainly a bit annoyed.
The elder padre sat up straight at that, and his tone changed.

He stared thoughtfully out to sea and did not smoke.