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Book, page 221 / 370 with the black flap over his eye, "whether you do really mean you are all right--that it is all right with you--or whether you only say so to get away from the responsibility." "I mean I don't really care--I don't a damn--let the devil take it all." "The devil doesn't want it, either," said the Major. "Then let him leave it. I don't care one single little curse about it all." "Be damned. What is there to care about?" said the Colonel. "Ay, what?" said Aaron. "It's all the same, whether you care or don't care. So I say it's much easier not to care," said Arthur. "Of course it is," said the Colonel gaily. "And I think so, too," said Aaron. "Right you are! We're all as right as ninepence--what? Good old sport! Here's yours!" cried the Colonel. "We shall have to be going up," said Arthur, wise in his generation. As they went into the hall, Arthur suddenly put one arm round Aaron's waist, and one arm round the Colonel's, and the three did a sudden little barn-dance towards the stairs. Arthur was feeling himself quite let loose again, back in his old regimental mess. Approaching the foot of the stairs, he let go again. He was in that rosy condition when united-we-stand. But unfortunately it is a complicated job to climb the stairs in unison. The whole lot tends to fall backwards. Arthur, therefore, rosy, plump, looking so good to eat, stood still a moment in order to find his own neatly-slippered feet. Having found them, he proceeded to put them carefully one before the other, and to his enchantment found that this procedure was
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