In fact, shop has no place at a tea-table, anyway. Still, you were
the one to start it. Let's have it out. I don't want to funk, at
this late day. If there is any fighting to be done, I want a hand in
it. I went into a game of a certain length; I hope I played up, and
stuck to the professional rules. That game is played out. I am not
Trooper Weldon of the Scottish Horse. I am plain Harvard Weldon
again and, to be quite frank, I don't like the change from khaki to
tweed. But about going in for another game: it all depends on what
the game will be. If it plays itself out, well and good; if it just
dribbles on and on, without accomplishing anything, even an end,
then I can see no use in going in for it. Fighting is one thing;
having a picnic all over the face of South Africa is quite another
matter. And, for the life of me, I can't see which is bound to
come."
There was a minor cadence to the final phrase. Then he fell silent,
and sat staring at the rug, while Ethel, leaning back in her chair,
studied him at her ease. All in all, she was pleased with the result
of her study. Always frank and likable, Weldon had developed
wonderfully during those past months of hard work and slender
comfort.
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