You take no pains at the Admiralty.

You just go there and come away again, once a year or something like that.

Why, if I were you, I wouldn't leave the place until they'd found me something--indoors or outdoors, what does it matter so long as your hand is on the wheel and you are doing your little for your country?
But you--what do you care?
You went to town to get a job--and you come back with new mackerel spinners! You are off fishing to-morrow morning with Jimmy Dumble.

Somewhere up in the North Sea, to-day and to-morrow and the next day, men are giving their lives for their country.

What do you care?
You will sit there smoking your pipe and catching dabs!" "Do you know you are almost offensive, Philippa ?" her husband said quietly.
"I want to be," she retorted.