"I 'ear she's bit the Colonel's groom an' pinched the joint from the Warrant Orficers' Mess. She never oughtn't to be at large, she didn't."
Rarely in his career had Bulter shown such visible discomfiture.
"Of course," added Chippo casually, "if Jane was my dawg I'd 'ave no grounds for complaint."
When your strong man is compelled to submit to the inevitable he usually does it ungracefully. Bulter took the collar from Jane's neck and pushed her over with his foot.
"Take the brute," he said, "an' if ever I see 'er round this Mess again I'll shoot 'er!"
Fatuous Person. "Are you a diver?"
Cynic. "Ho, no. I'm Pavlover's dancin' partner."