Anyhow, it was rather deplorable....
* * * * * When he awoke next morning, the depression was on him still; and it was not lifted by the apparition of Gertie on which he opened his eyes from his corner, in an amazingly dirty petticoat, bare-armed, with her hair in a thick untidy pig-tail, trying to blow the fire into warmth again.
Frank jumped up--he was in his trousers and shirt.
"Let me do that," he said.
"I'll do it," said Gertie passionlessly.
* * * * * The Major came down ten minutes later, considerably the worse for his night's rest.

Yesterday he had had a day's beard on him; to-day he had two, and there was a silvery sort of growth in the stubble that made it look wet.

His eyes, too, were red and sunken, and he began almost instantly to talk about a drink.

Frank stood it for a few minutes, then he understood and capitulated.
"I'll stand you one," he said, "if you'll get me two packets of Cinderellas." "What's the good of that ?" said the Major.

"Pubs aren't open yet.