No More Learning

If a man's once taken that way nothing will hold him, Do you
remember Benoit of your service, Doone? They transferred him to Tharanda
when his time came, and he married a platelayer's daughter, or something
of that kind. She was the only female about the place.

Doone. Yes, poor brute. That smashed Benoit's chances of promotion
altogether. Mrs. Benoit used to ask "Was you goin' to the dance this
evenin'? "

Curtiss. Hang it all! Gadsby hasn't married beneath him. There's no
tar-brush in the family, I suppose.

Jervoise. Tar-brush! Not an anna.
You young fellows talk as though
the man was doing the girl an honor in marrying her. You're all too
conceited--nothing's good enough for you.

Blayne. Not even an empty Club, a dam' bad dinner at the Judge's, and
a Station as sickly as a hospital. You're quite right. We're a set of
Sybarites.

Doone. Luxurious dogs, wallowing in--

Curtiss. Prickly heat between the shoulders. I'm covered with it. Let's
hope Beora will be cooler.

Blayne. Whew! Are you ordered into camp, too? I thought the Gunners had
a clean sheet.

Curtiss.