was covered with red, had a very red face, about twenty medals, and
a cold blue eye. He told me how angry he was for about five minutes
while I stood to attention. I'm afraid you aren't nearly
impressive, Uncle James.

JAMES (rather upset). Oh! (Recovering himself) Fortunately I have
other means of impressing you. The power of the purse goes a long
way in this world. I propose to use it.

PHILIP. I see. ... Yes ... that's rather awkward, isn't it?

JAMES (pleasantly). I think you'll find it very awkward.

PHILIP (thoughtfully). Yes.

(With an amused laugh JAMES settles down to his paper as if the
interview were over.)

PHILIP (to himself). I suppose I shall have to think of another
argument. (He takes out a revolver from him pocket and fondles it
affectionately.)

JAMES (looking up suddenly as he is doing this--amazed). What on
earth are you doing?

PHILIP. Souvenir from France. Do you know, Uncle. James, that this
revolver has killed about twenty Germans?

JAMES (shortly). Oh! Well, don't go playing about with it here, or
you'll be killing Englishmen before you know where you are.