When I first saw you, on shore at Liverpool, I said to myself that you were as fat as a pig.
"'He would be a fine-looking young fellow,' I said, 'if he could get some of it off.

I suppose it is good living and idleness that has done it.'" Hallett laughed.
"Well, perhaps I need not grumble at that; but the worst of it is that I have always heard that, when a fellow loses on active service, he is sure to make it up again, and perhaps a stone more, after it is over." "Yes, it is clear that you will have to diet, when you get home.

No more savoury dishes, no more champagne suppers; just a cut of a joint, a few vegetables, and a ten-mile walk after." "Don't talk of such things," Hallett said, impatiently; "rather than live as you say, I would put up with carrying sixteen stone about with me.

What is the use of living, if you are to have no satisfaction out of life ?" "Well, Hallett, my advice to you in that case is, make love to some young lady, directly you reach England; and marry her in a month, before you have begun to assume elephantine proportions.

Once hooked, you know, she cannot sue for divorce, on the ground that you have taken her in; and she will have to put up with you, whatever size you may attain." "Look here, Bullen," Hallett said seriously, "I know you mean well, but the subject is a very sore one with me.