Russians and tore their faces apart and bit their throats out—fairly ripped the faces off the bone.—It had sent the doctor a bit cracked. He said the wounded were awful,—their faces torn off and their throats mangled—and dead Japs with flesh between the teeth—God knows if it's true. But that's the impression the Japanese had made on this man.—It had affected his mind really."
Jim watched Lilly, and smiled as if he were pleased.
"No—really—!" he said.
"Anyhow they're more demon than angel, I believe," said Lilly.
"Oh, no, Rawdon, but you always exaggerate," said Tanny.
"Maybe," said Lilly.
"I think Japanese are fascinating—fascinating—so quick, and such force in them—"
"Rather!—eh?" said Jim, looking with a quick smile at Tanny.
"I think a Japanese lover would be marvellous," she laughed riskily.
"I s'd think he would," said Jim, screwing up his eyes.
"Do you hate the normal British as much as I do?" she asked him.
"Hate them! Hate them!" he said, with an intimate grin.
"Their beastly virtue," said she. "And I believe there's nobody more vicious underneath."
"Nobody!" said Jim.
"But you're British yourself," said Lilly to Jim.
"No, I'm Irish. Family's Irish—my mother was a Fitzpatrick."
"Anyhow you live in England."
"Because they won't let me go to Ireland."
The talk drifted. Jim finished up all the beer, and they prepared to go to bed. Jim was a bit tipsy, grinning. He asked for bread and cheese to take upstairs.
"Will you have supper?" said Lilly. He was surprised, because Jim had eaten strangely much at dinner.
"No—Where's the loaf?" And he cut himself about half of it. There was no cheese.
