He turned over the unknown Drennan in his mind.

Was it because he was a good priest that the men liked him, or because they had discovered the man in the parson?
The waiter brought in the breakfast--porridge, fish, toast, and the rest--and they fell to, a running fire of comments going on all the time.
Donovan had had Japanese marmalade somewhere, and thought it better than this.

The Major wouldn't touch the beastly margarine, but Jenks thought it quite as good as butter if taken with marmalade, and put it on nearly as thickly as his toast.

Peter expanded in the air of camaraderie, and when he leaned back with a cigarette, tunic unbuttoned and cap tossed up on the rack, he felt as if he had been in the Army for years.

He reflected how curious that was.