He has got to choose." "Yes, you've got to choose, Gnat.

We can't have a brother officer always associating with the low Chinee." "Do you mean that I oughtn't to go and see the poor fellow now he's below ill ?" "Something of the sort: you're not a doctor.

Of course he ought to visit the men." "So ought an officer when his men are in trouble." "Yes; but not to make friends of them.

It won't do, Gnat, and we've made up our minds not to stand it.

That will do now.