If a waiter is rude to me, it is the war.

If my steak is over-cooked it is the war.

The war! It is the excuse for everything." He told the porter to place his bag upon the upper berth, and, still grumbling, gave him some money.

He turned sharply on the attendant, who was smiling in the doorway.
"Ah, it seems to you funny that an invalid should be irritable, eh ?" he cried.

"I suppose it must be--damnably funny." "Monsieur, there are very many men who would like to-night to be invalids with a sleeping compartment to themselves," returned the attendant severely.
"Well, I don't want to talk about it any more," said Hillyard roughly, and he shouldered his way out again on to the platform.
The attendant followed him.