JIMMY CAREW, A.R.A. He was the best looking of the whole "horde"
"What are we doing here?" asked Williams. "We're mad! Oh, but, Jimmy, I'm dashed glad to see you," said Williams, with a lurid string of emphatic war expressions. "Those were happy days when I learnt about art with you, and you learnt about life with me!"
"They were," said Jimmy. "But now I'm almost sick of art."
Williams implored him not to say so.
"Think of Rembrandt and Velasquez and Whistler!"
"I can't think of them. I think of Penelope!"
"Try to think of Monet and Manet," said Williams. "They'll do you good."
"To be sure, to be sure," sighed Jimmy. "I'll try to."
They talked till two in the morning, and the only man missing was Bramber.