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"
.
.
.
It
’
s
all
right
for
you
English
,
you
’
re
doing
a
dance
of
death
.
.
.
.
Sepoys
in
the
ruined
fort
,
I
mean
Sepoys
at
the
gate
and
gaiety
in
the
fort
and
all
that
.
The
green
hat
,
the
crushed
hat
,
no
future
.
"
Lady
Caroline
answered
him
in
short
sentences
spotted
with
the
terminal
"
What
?
"
the
double
-
edged
"
Quite
!
"
the
depressing
"
Cheerio
!
"
that
always
had
a
connotation
of
imminent
peril
,
but
Dick
appeared
oblivious
to
the
warning
signals
.
Suddenly
he
made
a
particularly
vehement
pronouncement
,
the
purport
of
which
eluded
Nicole
,
but
she
saw
the
young
woman
turn
dark
and
sinewy
,
and
heard
her
answer
sharply
:
"
After
all
a
chep
’
s
a
chep
and
a
chum
’
s
a
chum
.
"
Again
he
had
offended
some
one
—
couldn
’
t
he
hold
his
tongue
a
little
longer
?
How
long
?
To
death
then
.
At
the
piano
,
a
fair
-
haired
young
Scotsman
from
the
orchestra
(
entitled
by
its
drum
"
The
Ragtime
College
Jazzes
of
Edinboro
"
)
had
begun
singing
in
a
Danny
Deever
monotone
,
accompanying
himself
with
low
chords
on
the
piano
.
He
pronounced
his
words
with
great
precision
,
as
though
they
impressed
him
almost
intolerably
.
"
There
was
a
young
lady
from
hell
,
Who
jumped
at
the
sound
of
a
bell
,
Because
she
was
bad
—
bad
—
bad
,
She
jumped
at
the
sound
of
a
bell
,
From
hell
(
BOOMBOOM
)
