But I shan't expect to see you unless you feel like it.
These cold mornings it's allowable to be a little lazy." This from the General, who rose at half-past six all the year round and had his cold bath even when he had to break the ice on it.

Nelly's laziness, too, was a matter of recent date.

She had always loved the winter and had seemed to glow the fresher the colder the weather.
The General thought of himself as an arch-diplomatist, but he was transparent enough to his daughter.
"He doesn't want me at breakfast," she said to herself.

"He doesn't want me to ask questions.

So I shall save him embarrassment by not appearing." The next morning there was no General to see the squadron of the old regiment gallop past.