Twyning said, "Have you, by Jove! Jolly good. What bad luck being turned down. What was it?"
Sabre moved across to his room. "Heart."
"Was it, really? By Jove, and you look fit enough, too, old man. Fancy, heart! Fancy—Jolly sporting of you. Fancy—Oh, I say, old man, do let's have a look at your paper if you've got it on you. I want to see one of those things."
Sabre was at his door. "What paper?"
"Your rejection paper, old man. I've never seen one. Only if you've got it on you."
"I haven't got one."
"Not got one! You must have, old man."
"Well, I haven't. I was seen privately. I'm rather friendly with them up at the barracks."
"Oh, yes, of course. Wonder they didn't give you a paper, though."
"Well, they didn't."