I've left the Army however and now I'm reading Law..." Blackbeard thinks at this point that he has gone far enough in cross-examination and returns to his periodicals and pamphlets.

But there's something he likes--a wistfulness--in the young man's face, and he can't quite detach his mind to the presence of palaeolithic man in South Wales.

At Swindon they both get out--there was still lingering the practice of taking lunch there--have a hasty lunch together and more talk, and share a bottle of claret.
On returning to their compartment, Rossiter offers David a cigar but the young man prefers smoking a cigarette.

By this time they have exchanged names.

D.V.W.however is reticent about the South African War--says it was all too horrible for words, and should never have taken place and he can't bear to think about it and was knocked out quite early in the day.