"Like it? It is the only life. We've lost something since men took up the game of business in place of the game of fighting."
"But you see, sir, there's no blood—in business." Bronson tried to put it delicately.
"Isn't there? Why, more men are killed in accidents in factories than are killed in war—murdered by money-greedy employers."
"Oh, sir, not quite that."
"Yes, quite," was the irascible response. "You don't know what you are talking about, Bronson. Read statistics and find out."
"Yes, sir. Will you have your lunch up now, sir?"
"I'll get it over and then you can order the car for me."
"But the rain—?"
"I like rain. I'm not sugar or salt."
Bronson, much perturbed, called up Jean. "The General's going out."