He hated damp hands, which always seemed to him to have a slimy touch, as if their owner were reptilian.
"I suppose business is good with you, Mr.Watson," he said.
"It couldn't be better, and such affairs as the one I witnessed this morning mean more.

But doubtless I have grieved over it as much as you.
I may profit by the great struggle, but I have not wished either the war or its continuance.

Someone must do the work I am doing.

You're a bright boy, Lieutenant Mason, and I want you still to bear in mind the hint that I gave you once in Washington." "I don't recall it, this instant." "That to go into business with me is a better trade than fighting." "I thank you for the offer, but my mind turns in other directions.
I'm not depreciating your occupation, Mr.Watson, but I'm interested in something else." "I knew that you were not, Lieutenant Mason.

You have too much sense.
Your kind could not fight if my kind did not find the sinews, and after the war the woods will be full of generals, and colonels and majors who will be glad to get jobs from men like me." "I've no doubt of it," said Dick, "but what happened this morning made me think the war is yet far from over." "We shall see what we shall see, but if you ever want a friend write to me in Washington.