"No one don't never seem able to understand another cove's way o' lookin' at things. I 'ad a sister once, pretty gal she was, too, got it from me I expect. I used to get quite a lot o' free beer from my mates wot wanted me to put in a good word with Annie. Seemed funny like to me that they should want to 'ang round 'er when there was other gals about.
"Yes," continued Bindle after a pause, "there's a lot o' things I don't understand. Look at them young women a-gaddin' about the West-End when it's war an' 'ell for our boys out there. Sometimes I'd like to ask 'em wot they mean."
"They're cultivating the present so that the future shall not find them without a past," murmured Windover.
"Nietzsche says that woman is engaged in a never-ending pursuit of the male," said Dare. "Perhaps that explains it."
"Sort o' chase me Charlie," said Bindle, "well I ain't nothink to say agin' it, so long as Mrs. B. don't get to know.
"This place looks like a pub," Bindle remarked a few minutes later. "Wonder wot Mrs. B.'ll say."
"That's what you ought to have, J.B.," said Jim Colman.
"'Ave wot?" enquired Bindle.
"A pub.," was the response.
"I'd like to 'ave a little pub. o' me own," Bindle murmured, "an' I got a name for it too."