and the Major and the work! Lord! Frank, you do tell a story badly." He smiled again much more completely.
"I'm too busy inside," he said.

"Those things don't seem to matter much, somehow." "Inside?
What the deuce do you mean ?" Frank made a tiny deprecating gesture.
"Well, what it's all about, you know ...

Jack." "Yes." "It's a frightfully priggish thing to say, but I'm extraordinarily interested as to what's going to happen next--inside, I mean.

At least, sometimes; and then at other times I don't care a hang." Jack looked bewildered, and said so tersely.

Frank leaned forward a little.
"It's like this, you see.