No doubt he would have been far better employed in the trenches somewhere in France, but here he was, still in England, and looking extremely surly and truculent.
"You've no business to be in this wood," he began.

"Can't you read the trespass notices?
There's plenty of them about.

What do you mean by coming in here, disturbing the pheasants ?" "We aren't doing any harm!" protested Olave.
"That's neither here nor there.

You've no business here, and you know it! Are you from that camp up the hill ?" "Yes." "Then take yourselves off at once--spreading small-pox!" "We've none of us had small-pox!" returned Beatrice indignantly.

"We've told you we weren't doing any harm.