England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Social aspects -- England -- Fiction
"The Government wanted to shovel money into the working man's pockets,
in fact," the General said. "Money for nothing. . . . or votes, I
suppose."
"But that isn't the point, sir," Macmaster ventured to say. "All that
Chrissie was asked to do was to say what 3 x 3 was."
"Well, he appears to have done it and earned no end of kudos," the
General said. "That's all right. We've all, always, believed in
Chrissie's ability. But he's a strong-tempered beggar."
"He was extraordinarily rude to Sir Reginald over it," Macmaster went
on.
The General said:
"Oh dear! Oh dear!" He shook his head at Tietjens and assumed with care
the blank, slightly disappointing air of the regular officer. "I don't
like to hear of rudeness to a superior. In _any_ service."
"I don't think," Tietjens said with extreme mildness, "that Macmaster is
quite fair to me. Of course he's a right to his opinion as to what the
discipline of a service demands. I certainly told Ingleby that I'd
rather resign than do that beastly job. . . ."
"You shouldn't have," the General said. "What would become of the
services if everyone did as you did?"
Sandbach came back laughing and dropped painfully into his low
arm-chair.
"That fellow . . ." he began.
The General slightly raised his hand.
"A minute!" he said. "I was about to tell Chrissie, here, that if I am
offered the job--of course it's an order really--of suppressing the
Ulster Volunteers . . . I'd rather cut my throat than do it. . . ."
Sandbach said:
"Of course you would, old chap. They're our brothers. You'd see the
beastly, lying Government damned first."
"I was going to say that I should accept," the General said, "I
shouldn't resign my commission."
Sandbach said:
"Good _God_!"
Tietjens said:
"Well, I didn't."
Sandbach exclaimed:
"General! You! After all Claudine and I have said. . . ."
Tietjens interrupted:
"Excuse me, Sandbach. I'm receiving this reprimand for the moment. I
wasn't, then, rude to Ingleby. If I'd expressed contempt for what he
said or for himself, that would have been rude. I didn't. He wasn't in
the least offended. He looked like a cockatoo, but he wasn't offended.
And I let him over-persuade me. He was right, really. He pointed out
that, if I didn't do the job, those swine would put on one of our little
competition wallah head clerks and get all the schedules faked, as well
as starting off with false premises!"
"That's the view I take," the General said, "if I don't take the Ulster
job the Government will put on a fellow who'll bum all the farm-houses
and rape all the women in the three counties. They've got him up their
sleeve. He only asks for the Connaught Rangers to go through the north
with. And you know what _that_ means. All the same . . ." He looked at
Tietjens: "One should not be rude to one's superiors."
"I tell you I wasn't rude," Tietjens exclaimed. "Damn your nice,
paternal old eyes. Get that into your mind!"
The General shook his head:
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