You will find it miserably dull.

Nothing but bad claret and cheap champagne at the clubs, a cliquey set of English residents, and the sort of stock sport of which you tire in a month.

That's what you may expect our frontier towns to be like." "And the neighbourhood ?" said Lewis, with lifted eyebrows.
"Oh, the neighbourhood is wonderful enough; but our people there are too slack and stale to take advantage of it.

It is a peaceful frontier, you know, and men get into a rut as easily there as elsewhere.

The country's too fat and wealthy, and people begin to forget the skeleton up among the rocks in the north." "What are the garrisons like ?" "Good people, but far too few for a serious row, and just sufficiently large to have time hang on their hands.