"Now, padre, I'll tell you something that's more in your way than mine, and you can see what you make of it.

I was in a maison toleree the other day--you know the sort of thing--and there were half a dozen of us in the sitting-room with the girls, drinking fizz.

I had a little bit of a thing with fair hair--she couldn't have been more than seventeen at most, I reckon--with a laugh that did you good to hear, and, by gum! we wanted to be cheered just then, for we had had a bit of a gruelling on the Ancre and had been pulled out of the line to refit.

She sat there with an angel's face, a chemise transparent except where it was embroidered, and not much else, and some of the women were fair beasts.

Well, she moved on my knee, and I spilt some champagne and swore--'Jesus Christ!' I said.