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Rh "I didn't happen to mean that, but perhaps I'd better include it. I saw you last night, Hugh, and I'm not one to think hard of a boy for an occasional exhilaration. But the trouble was—it was the night before too, and the night before that, and nobody knows how many more such nights. You're looking a little soft around the mouth, and just a little—too old for your years. Won't do, Hughey boy. I mean why don't you lay off this sort of life you've been leading: too much ease, too much loaf, too much booze, too much chorus, not enough work. Oh, damn their skins! I wish they'd sent you to France."

"And I guess you know how I felt about that," Hugh replied in his own defense. Yes, the Colonel knew: Hugh had really and earnestly wanted to go to France. He had been commissioned, however, rather sooner than was best for him, and he had been kept in an office in Washington.

"And the worst of it is you never even had to go through the grind of being a real buck private, with nothing particularly in sight. You've had everything too easy. You ought to sweat once, and feel a few breaks in your skin and a few sore muscles. Soft, Hugh, soft as soap. Lazy as sin. Why don't you get out and rough it for a while? "

Hugh stood up. "I don't know " he began stiffly.