Jack, if you want to make those
disgustingly
worn-out jokes,
you'd better go away.
Kipling - Poems
Capt. G. (Sitting up and yawning.) Mornin'. This is awf'ly good of
you, old fellow. Most awf'ly good of you. Don't know what I should do
without you. 'Pon my soul, I don't. 'Haven't slept a wink all night.
Capt. M. I didn't get in till half-past eleven. 'Had a look at you then,
and you seemed to be sleeping as soundly as a condemned criminal.
Capt. G.
Jack, if you want to make those
disgustingly
worn-out jokes,
you'd better go away.
(With portentous gravity.) It's the happiest day
in my life.
Capt. M. (Chuckling grimly.) Not by a very long chalk, my son. You're
going through some of the most refined torture you've ever known. But be
calm. I am with you. 'Shun! Dress!
