You've no idea," he went on, "how a game leg and a trussed-up arm interfere with the little round of one's daily life.

I can't ride, can't play golf or billiards, and for an unintelligent chap like me," he wound up with a sigh, "there aren't a great many other ways of passing the time." "Why do you call yourself unintelligent ?" she protested.

"You couldn't have got through your soldiering so well if you had been." "Oh! I know all the soldier stuff," he admitted, "know my job, that is to say, all right, and of course I am moderately good at languages, but that finishes me.

I haven't any brains like your friend Thomson, for instance." "Major Thomson is very clever, I believe," she said a little coldly.
"And a little censorious, I am afraid," Granet added with a slight grimace.

"I suppose he thinks I am a garrulous sort of ass but I really can't see why he needed to go for your brother last night just because he was gratifying a very reasonable curiosity on my part.