"You know," Terence would say, leaning gracefully over the division of the car, "you know, Jenny, our regiment—the 127th of the Line, as we call ours—was absolutely cut to pieces at Drieufontein; and at Riviersdorp they held the position against two thousand Boers."
"Who cares?" said Jenny.
"You might take a little interest in it."
"Well," said Jenny, "how can I?"
"But you might be interested because, after all, it is my regiment, and I'm awfully fond of you, little girl."
"Don't be soppy," Jenny advised him.
"You're so cursedly matter-of-fact."
"Eh?"
"So—oh, well, damn it, Jenny, you don't seem to care whether I'm with you or not."
"Why should I?"