No More Learning

CURTISS. (Royal Artillery. ) That's it, is it? What the deuce made you
dine at the Judge's? You know his bandobust.

Blayne. 'Thought it couldn't be worse than the Club, but I'll swear he
buys ullaged liquor and doctors it with gin and ink (looking round the
room. ) Is this all of you tonight?

DOONE. (P. W. D. ) Anthony was called out at dinner. Mingle had a pain in
his tummy.

Curtiss.
Miggy dies of cholera once a week in the Rains, and gets drunk
on chlorodyne in between. Good little chap, though. Any one at the
Judge's, Blayne?

Blayne. Cockley and his memsahib looking awfully white and fagged.
Female girl--couldn'tcatch the name--on her way to the Hills,
under the Cockleys' charge--the Judge, and Markyn fresh from
Simla--disgustingly fit.

Curtiss. Good Lord, how truly magnificent! Was there enough ice? When I
mangled garbage there I got one whole lump--nearly as big as a walnut.
What had Markyn to say for himself?

Blayne. Seems that every one is having a fairly good time up there in
spite of the rain. By Jove, that reminds me! I know I hadn'tcome across
just for the pleasure of your society. News!