“For God’s sake chuck it....”

“All right, I’ll chuck it—­I know it’s no bloody good talking to fellows like you.  Go and get drunk, then, do as you bloody well please.  That’s all you’re fit for....”

He flung himself back into bed and wrapped himself up in his blanket and did not say another word.

Garden City Press, Printers, Letchworth, Herts.