"No, thanks. I never drink till I've finished eating."
"Quite right, Major; it's only manners." He sat down opposite to the other.
"Well, we've got a good day for our game.
It's going to be dashed hot, but that's where Betty and I score.
On the fifth green, your old wound, the one you got in that frontier skirmish in '43, will begin to trouble you; on the eighth, your liver, undermined by years of curry, will drop to pieces; on the twelfth-"
"Oh, shut up, you ass!"
"Well, I'm only warning you. Hallo; good morning, Miss Norris. I was just telling the Major what was going to happen to you and him this morning. Do you want any assistance, or do you prefer choosing your own breakfast?"
"Please don't get up," said Miss Norris. "I'll help myself. Good morning, Major." She smiled pleasantly at him. The Major nodded.
"Good morning. Going to be hot."
"As I was telling him," began Bill, "that's where-Hallo, here's Betty. Morning, Cayley."