I don't think that he has much sympathy with my type." She became a little more indulgent and smiled faintly as she looked at him.
"I wonder what your type is ?" she asked reflectively.
"Fairly obvious, I am afraid," he confessed, with a sigh.

"I love my soldiering, of course, and I am ashamed to think how keen I have been on games, and should be still if I had the chance.

Outside that I don't read much, I am not musical, and I am very much predisposed to let the future look after itself.

There are thousands just like me," he continued thoughtfully.

"We don't do any particular harm in the world but I don't suppose we do much good." "Don't be silly," she protested.