CHAPTERIX
　　SUBMARINES，BULLPUPS，ANDOTHERTHINGS
　　Along，weirdblastfromthefoghorn，followedbytwoshort，sharptoots，recalledBarryfromhismorningdream。
　　"Fog，"hegrumbled，andturnedovertore—capturetheenchantmentoftheAthabascarapids，andhisdancingcanoe。
　　Overheadtheresoundedthetramplingoffeet。
　　"Submarines，doc，"heshoutedandleapedtothefloorbroadawake。
　　"What’stherow？"murmuredtheM。O。，whowasaheavysleeper。
　　Foranswer，Barryrippedtheclothesfromthedoctor’sbed。
　　"Submarines，doc，"heshoutedagain，andbucklingonhisSamBrown，andseizinghislifebelt，hestoodreadytogo。
　　"What！yourbootsoff，doc？"
　　Intheordersofthedaybeforehadbeenanannouncementthatofficersandmenweretosleepfullydressed。
　　"Oh，thedevil！"exclaimedthedoctor，huntingthroughhisbedclothesindesperation。"Ican’tsleepinmyboots。Where’smytunic？Goon，oldfellow，I’llfollowyou。"
　　Barryheldhistunicforhim。
　　"Hereyouare！Wakeup，doc！Andhere’syourSamBrown。"
　　Barrydroppedtolacethedoctor’sboots，whilethelatterwasbucklingontherestofhisequipment。
　　"Allright，"criedthedoctor，rushingfromtheroomandleavinghislifebeltbehindhim。
　　Barrycaughtupthelifebeltandfollowed。
　　"Yourlifebelt，doc，"hesaid，astheypassedupthecompanionway。
　　"Oh，I’mapeachofasoldier，"saidthedoctor，strugglingintohislifebelt，andswearingdeeplythewhile。
　　"Stopswearing，doc！It’sawasteofenergy。"
　　"Oh，gotohell！"
　　"No，IpreferHeaven，ifImustleavethisship，butforthepresent，IbelieveI’mneededhere，andsoareyou，doc。Lookthere！"
　　Thedoctorglancedoutuponthedeck。
　　"ByJove！You’reright，oldman，weareneededandbadly。Isay，oldchap，"hesaid，pausingforamomenttoturntoBarry，"youareadearoldthing，aren’tyou？"
　　Thedeckwasamassofsoldiersstruggling，swearing，fightingtheirwaytotheirvariousstations。Officers，halfdressedandhalfawake，wererushinghitherandthither，seekingtheirunits，swearingatthemenandshoutingmeaninglessorders。Overallthestentorianvoiceofthesergeantmajorwasvainlytryingtomakeitselfunderstood。
　　Intheconfusionthecrywasraised："We’retorpedoed！We’regoingdown！"
　　Therewasagreatrushforthenearestboats。Menflungdisciplinetothewindsandbeganfightingforachanceoftheirlives。Itwasaterrificandhumiliatingscene。
　　Suddenly，overthetumult，washeardaloud，ringinglaugh。
　　"Oh，Isay，Duff！Notthatway！Notthatway！"
　　Againcametheringinglaugh。
　　Immediatelyasilencefelluponthestrugglingcrowd，andforamomenttheystoodlookinginquiringlyateachother。Thatmomentofsilencewasseizedbythesergeantmajor。Likeatrumpethissonorousvoicerangoutsteadyandclear。
　　"Fallin，men！Boatquarters！Silencethere！"
　　Hefollowedthiswithsharp，intelligiblecommandstohisN。C。O。’s。
　　Likemagic，orderfellupontheturbulent，strugglingcrowd。
　　"Standsteady，youthere！"roaredthesergeantmajor，whohavinggotcontrolofhismen，begantoindulgehimselfinafewtellinganddescriptiveadjectives。
　　Inlessthantwominutes，themenwerestandingsteadyasarockandthepanicwaspassed。
　　"Whowasitthatlaughedupthereinthatstampede？"inquiredtheO。C。，whentheofficersweregatheredabouthimintheorderlyroom。
　　"IthinkitwastheSkyPilot，sir——thechaplain，sir，"saidLieutenantStewartDuff。
　　"Wasityouthatlaughed，CaptainDunbar？"askedthecolonel，turninguponBarry。
　　"PerhapsIdid，sir。I’msorryif——"
　　"Sorry！"exclaimedthecolonel。"Dammit，sir，yousavedthesituationforusall。Whotoldyouitwasafalsealarm？"
　　"Noone，sir。Ididn’tknowitwasafalsealarm。IwaslookingatLieutenantDuff——"Hecheckedhimselfpromptly。"Imean，sir——
　　well，itseemedagoodplacetolaugh，soIjustletitcome。"
　　Thecolonel’seyesrestedwithcuriousinquiryupontheserenefaceofthechaplain，withitsglowingeyesandcandidexpression。"A
　　goodplaceforalaugh？Itwasadamnedgoodplaceforalaugh，andgentlemen，IthankGodIhaveoneofficerwhofindsinthefaceofsuddendangeragoodplaceforalaugh。AndnowIhavesomethingtosaytoyou。"
　　TheO。C。’sremarksdidnotimprovetheofficers’opinionofthemselves，andtheyslunkoutoftheroom——nootherwordproperlydescribesthecowedandshamedappearanceofthatcompanyofmen——
　　theyslunkoutoftheroom。TheyhadfailedtoplaythepartofBritishofficersinthefaceofsuddenperil。
　　Inhisspeechtothemen，theC。O。madeonlyasinglereferencetotheincident，butthatreferencebitdeep。
　　"Men，Iamthoroughlyashamedanddisappointed。Youacted，notlikesoldiers，butlikeaherdofsteers。Thedifferencebetweenaherdofsteersandabattalionofsoldiers，inthefaceofsuddendanger，isonlythis：——thesteersbreakblindlyforGodknowswhere，andendpiledupoveracutbank；soldiersstandsteadylisteningforthewordofcommand。"
　　IftheO。C。handledthemenwithalighthand，thesergeantmajordidnot。Histongueraspedthemtotheraw。NooneknowsasoldierasdoeshisN。C。O。，andnoN。C。O。isqualifiedtosetforththesoldier’scharacteristicswiththeintimateknowledgeandadequatefluencyofthesergeantmajor。Onebyonehepeeledfromtheirshiveringsoulsthevariouslayersoftheirmoralcuticle，untiltheystood，intheirownandineachother’seyes，objectsofcommiseration。
　　"There’sjustonethingmoreIwadliketasaytoye。"Thesergeantmajor’stendencytoDoricwasmorenoticeableinhismomentsofdeeperfeeling，"butit’ssomethingforyouladstogiveheedta。
　　Whenyewerescrammlin’upyonder，likealoto’mavericksatabrandin’，andyowlin’likeabuncho’coyotes，therewasonemanintheregimentwhocouldlaugh。There’slotso’animalsthattheAlmightymadecanyowl，butthere’sonlyonecanlaugh，andthat’samon。ForGod’ssake，men，whenye’reinatightplace，tryalaugh。"
　　Forsomeweeksafterthiseventthechaplainwasknownthroughoutthebattalionas"themanthatcanlaugh，"andcertainitisthatfromthatdaythereexistedbetweentheM。O。andthechaplainanewbondoffriendship。
　　Astheshipadvanceddeeperintothesubmarinezone，thesoletopicofthoughtandofconversationcametobetheconvoy。Wherewasthatconvoyanyway？Whilethedaylightlasted，athousandpairsofeyessweptthehorizon，andtheinterveningspacesoftossing，blue—greywater，forthesightofasinisterperiscope，orforthesmudgeofafriendlycruiser，andwhennightfell，athousandpairsofearslistenedwithstrainedintentnessfortheimpactofthedeadlytorpedoorforthesignaloftheprotectingconvoy。
　　Whilestilladayandanightoutfromland，Barryawokeinthedimlightofamistymorning，andproceededtothedeckforhisconstitutional。TherehefellinwithCaptainNeilFraserandCaptainHopetonpacingupanddown。
　　"Comealong，Pilot！"saidCaptainNeil，heartily，betweenwhomandthechaplainduringthelastfewdaysacordialfriendshiphadsprungup。"We’relookingforsubmarines。ThisistheplaceandthetimeforFritz，ifheisgoingtogetusatall。"
　　Arminarmtheymadethecircleofthedeck。Themist，lyinglikeabankuponthesea，shiftedthehorizontowithinathousandyardsoftheship。
　　"IwishIknewjustwhatliesbehindthatbankthere，"saidCaptainHopeton，pointingoverthebow。
　　Forsomemomentstheystood，peeringidlyintothemist。
　　"ByJove，thereISsomethingthere，"saidBarry，whohadahawk’seye。
　　"You’vegot’emtoo，eh，"laughedHopeton。"I’vehad’emforthelastforty—eighthours。I’vebeen’seein’things’allnight。"
　　"Butthereis，"insistedBarry，pointingovertheportbow。
　　"Whatisitlike？"askedCaptainNeil，whileHopetonranforhisglass。
　　"I’lltellyouwhatit’slike——exactlyliketheeyeofanoysterinitspulp。And，byJove，there’sanother！"addedBarryexcitedly。
　　"Ican’tseeanything，"saidCaptainNeil。
　　"ButIcan，"insistedBarry。"Lookthere，Hopeton！"
　　Hopetonfixedhisglassuponthemist，whereBarrypointed。
　　"You’reright！Thereissomething，andtherearetwoofthem。"
　　"GivethePilottheglass，Hopeton，"saidNeil。"He’sgotagoodeye。"
　　"Therearetwoships，boys，asI’masinner，butwhattheyare，I
　　don’tknow，"criedBarryinavoicetensewithexcitement。"Here，Neil，taketheglass。Youknowaboutships。"
　　Longandearnestly，CaptainNeilheldtheglassinthedirectionindicated。
　　"Boys，byallthat’sholy，they’redestroyers，"hesaidatlengthinalowvoice。
　　Evenastheygazed，thetwoblackdotsrapidlytookshape，growingoutofthemistintotwoseamonsters，allheadandshoulders，boringthroughtheseas，eachflinginghighahugecombofwhitespray，andwithanindescribablesuggestionofarrogant，resistlesspower，bearingdownupontheshipatfuriousspeed。
　　"Destroyers！"shoutedCaptainNeil，inavoicethatrangthroughtheship。"Bygad，destroyers！"
　　Therewasnoquestionoffriendorfoe；onlyGreatBritain’snavyrodeoverthoseseasimmune。
　　Uponeveryhandthewordwascaughtupandpassedalong。Inamarvellouslyshortspaceoftime，therails，theboats，therigging，allthepointsofvantagewerethrongedwithmen，roaring，waving，cheering，likemad。
　　Withundiminishedspeed，eachenvelopedinitscloudofspray，thedestroyerscame，oneoneachside，rushedfoamingpast，sweptinacirclearoundtheshipandtooktheirstationsalongside，ridingquietlyathalfspeedlikebulldogstuggingataleash。
　　"Greatheavens，whatasight！"AtthecroakinHopeton’svoice，theothersturnedandlookedathim。
　　"You’vegotittoo，eh！"saidCaptainNeil，clearinghisownthroat。
　　"I’vegotsomething，Godknows！"answeredHopeton，wipinghiseyes。
　　"I，too，"saidBarry，swallowingtheproverbiallump。"Thoselittle——little——"
　　"Bulldogs，"suggestedHopeton。
　　"Bulldogpups，"saidCaptainNeil。
　　"That’sit，"saidBarry。"That’swhattheyare，littlebulldogpups，gotmebythethroatallright。"
　　"Me，too，bygad！"saidCaptainNeil。"Ishouldhavehowledoutloudinanotherminute。"
　　"Listentotheboys！"criedBarry。
　　Fromendtoendoftheshiproseonecontinuousroar，"GoodoldNavy！GoodoldJohnBull！"whileHopeton，openlyabandoningthetraditionalreserveandself—controlsupposedtobeacharacteristicoftheEnglishpublicschoolboy，climbedupontherailand，hangingbyastanchionwithonehand，andwiththeotherfranticallywavinghiscapoverhishead，continuedtoshout：
　　"England！England！Englandforever！"
　　Thenabovethecheeringcrieswasheardthebattalionband，andfromathousandthroatsinsolemnchantthererosetheEmpire’snationalanthem，"GodSavetheKing。"
　　ThatnighttheysteamedintooldPlymouthtown，andthefollowingmorningwereanchoredsafeatDevonportdock。Strictordersheldtheofficersandmenonboardshipuntilarrangementsfordebarkationshouldbecompleted，buttoBarryandthedoctor，theCommandingOfficergaveshoreleaveforanhour。
　　"AndIwouldsuggest，"hesaid，"thatyougoandhaveatalkwiththatoldboywalkingupanddownthedockthere。YarntohimaboutCanada，he’swildtoknowaboutit。"
　　Theoldnavalofficerwasindeed"wildtoknowaboutCanada，"sothatthegreaterpartoftheirshoreleavewasspentinansweringhisquestions，andeagerthoughhewastoexploretheoldhistorictown，beforeBarryknewit，hewasinthefulltideofaglowingdescriptionofhisownProvinceofAlberta，extollingitsgreatranches，itssweepingvalleys，itsimmenseresources。
　　"AndtothinkyouareallBritishoutthere，"exclaimedtheoldsalt。
　　"We’reallBritish，ofcourse，"repliedBarry，"butnotallfromBritain。"
　　"Iknow，Iknow，"saidtheofficer，"butthatonlymakesitmorewonderful。"
　　"Wonderful！Why，whyshoulditbewonderful？"
　　"Yes，wonderful。Oh，youCanadians，"criedtheoldsalt，impulsivelystretchingouthishandtoBarry。"YouCanadians！"
　　Surprised，Barryglancedathisface。Thosehardblueeyeswerebrimmingwithtears；theleatherlikeskinwasworkingcuriouslyaboutthemouth。
　　"Why，sir，Idon’tquiteunderstandwhatyoumean，"saidBarry。
　　"No，andyouneverwill。Thinkofit，rushingthreethousandmiles——"
　　"Fivethousandforsomeofus，"interruptedBarry。
　　"Fancythat！Rushingfivethousandmilesinthisway，tohelpoldmotherEngland，andallofyourownfreewill。Wedidn’taskitofyou。Though，byheaven，we’regratefulforit。Ifinditdifficult，sir，tospeakquietlyofthis。"
　　NotuntilthatmomenthadBarrycaughttheBritishpointofview。
　　Tohim，astoallCanadians，ithadonlybeenaperfectlyreasonableandnaturalthingthatwhentheEmpirewasthreatened，theyshouldspringintothefight。Theysawnothingheroicinthat。Theyweredoingtheirsimpleduty。
　　"Butthinkofthewonderofit，"saidthenavalofficeragain，"thatCanadashouldfeelinthatwayitsresponsetothecalloftheblood。"
　　Theoldman’slipswerestillquivering。
　　"Thatistrue，sir，"saidtheM。O。，joininginthetalk，"butthereissomethingmore。Frankly，myopinionisthatthebiggestthing，sir，withsomeofusinCanada，isnotthatthemotherlandwasinneedofhelp，though，ofcourse，weallfeelthat，butthatthefreedomoftheworldisthreatened，andthatCanada，asoneofthefreenationsoftheworld，mustdoherpartinitsdefence。"
　　"Afinespirit，"saidtheoldgentleman。
　　"Thisfight，"continuedtheM。O。，"isours，yousee，aswellasyours，andwehateabully。"
　　Theoldsaltsworeagreatoath，andsaid：
　　"Youarepupsoftheoldbreed，andyouruntruetotype。I’mgladtoknowyou，gentlemen，"hecontinued，shakingthemwarmlybythehand。
　　AftertheyhadgoneafewstepshecalledBarrybacktohim。
　　"That’smycard，sir。IshouldlikeyoutocometoseemeinLondonsometimewhenyouareonleave。"
　　Barryglancedatthecardandread，"CommanderHowardVincent，R。N。R。"
　　"Itwasverydecentoftheoldboy，"hesaidtotheCommandingOfficerafterwards，whenrecountingtheinterview。"Idon’tsupposeI’lleverusethecard，butIdothinkhereallymeantit。"
　　"Meantit，"exclaimedtheCommandingOfficer。"Why，Dunbar，I’manoldcountryman，andIknow。Makenomistake。Thesepeople，andespeciallythesenavalpeople，donotthrowtheircardslooselyabout。Youwillundoubtedlyhearfromhim。"
　　"It’snotlikely，"repliedBarry，"buttheoldgentlemanisgreatstuff，allright。"
　　Duringthelong，sunnyspringday，theirdinkylittletrainwhiskedthembrisklythroughthesweetandrestfulbeautyoftheEnglishsoutherncounties。Tothesemen，however，fromthewidesunbaked，windsweptplainsofwesternCanada，theEnglishlandscapesuggestedadaintypicture，doneinsoftgreysandgreens，withhereandthereavividsplashofcolour，wheretherichredsoilbrokethroughthegreen。Butitstinyfieldssetoffwithhedges，andlinesoftrees，itslittle，clean—sweptvillages，withtheirpicturesquechurchspires，itsparkswithdeerthatactuallystoodstilltolookatyou，itssplendidmanorhouses，and，atrareintervals，itsturretedcastles，gavethesemen，freshfromtheraw，unmeasuredandunmadewest，asenseofunreality。Tothemitseemedatoylandscapeforchildrentoplaywith，but，astheypassedthroughthebigtownsandcitieswiththeirtall，clusteringchimneys，theircrowdingpopulations，withunmistakableevidencesofgreatwealth，theirshipping，wheretheharboursbitintotheredcoastline，therebegantowakeninthemthethoughtthatthistinyEngland，sobeautifullyfinished，andsoneatlyadorned，wassomethingmightierthantheyhadeverknown。
　　Inthesetinyfields，inthesecleansweptvillages，inthesemanorhouses，inthesecastles，infactoryandinshipyard，werestruckdeeptherootsofanEnglandwhosegreatnesstheyhadneveryetguessed。
　　ThenextafternoonbroughtthemtothegreatmilitarycampatShorncliffe，inamistyrain，hungry，fortheirrationshadbeenexhaustedearlyintheday，wearyfromshipandtraintravel，andeagertogettheirfeetonceagainonmotherearth。
　　Atthelittlestationtheywerekeptwaitinginapouringrainforsomethingtohappen，theyknewnotwhat。TheR。T。O。，ayoungImperialofficer，blasewithhistenmonthsofwarinEngland，hadsomeoccultreasonfordelayingtheirdeparture。So，whilethenightgreweverymomentwetteranddarker，themensatontheirkit—bagsorfoundsuchshelterastheycouldinthetinystation，orintheleeofthe"goodstrains"blockingtherailroadtracks，growingmoreindignantandmoredisgustedwiththeBritishhighcommand，thewaringeneral，andregisteringwithincreasingintensityvowsofvengeanceagainsttheKaiser，who，inthelastanalysis，theyconsideredresponsiblefortheirmisery。
　　Atlengththe"brasshat"forwhomtheyhadbeenwaitingappeareduponthescene，notintheslightestdegreeapologetic，butverybusinesslike，andwithahighlyemphasisedmilitarymanner。AfteralittleconversationbetweenthebrasshatandtheirCommandingOfficer，thelattergavethecommandandofftheysetinthedarknessfortheirfirstroutemarchonEnglishsoil。
　　Throughmuddyroadsandlanes，overfields，slushyandsodden，uphillanddowndale，theyploddedsteadilyalong。AttherearofthecolunmmarchedBarrywiththeM。O。
　　Longbeforetheyreachedtheirdestination，theirconversationhadgivenout，theM。O。suckingsullenlyathispipe，thebowlupsidedown。Therearendofthecolumnwasveryfrayedandstraggling。
　　Whyitisthataperfectlyfitcompanywillinvariablyfrayoutifplacedattherearofamarchingcolumn，nomilitaryexperthasquitesucceededinsatisfactorilyexplaining。
　　Ashetrampedalonginthedarkbythesideoftheroad，theM。O。
　　stumbledoverasoldiersittinguponthesoggybank。
　　"Whoareyou？"heinquiredshortly。
　　"CorporalThom，sir。"
　　"What’sthematterwithyou？"
　　"I’mallin，sir。I’vebeensickallday，sir。"
　　"Whydidn’tyoureportsick，then？Can’tyougeton？"
　　"Idon’tthinkso，sir。Notforawhile，atleast。"
　　"Haveyouanypain，anynausea？"
　　"No，sir，I’mjustallin。"
　　"Doyouknowourroute？"
　　"Yes，sir，I’vegottheturnsdown。"
　　"Well，comealongthenwhenyoucan。I’llsendbackawaggonlater，butdon’twaitforthat。"
　　"Yes，sir，"saidCorporalThom。
　　"Comeon，Dunbar！We’llsendawaggonbackforthesestragglers。
　　Therewillbeagoodmanyofthembeforelong。"
　　"Yougoon，doc。I’llcomelater，"saidBarry。"I’llcatchuptoyou。"
　　ButtheM。O。，atthevarioushalts，waitedinvainforthechaplaintoappear。
　　Onarrivingatthecamp，afteralongstruggle，hesucceededinsendingbackanArmyServicewaggontobringinthestragglers，butjustasthewaggonwasabouttoleave，heheardcominguptheroad，apartysteppingoutbrisklytothemusicoftheirownwhistling。
　　Intherearofthepartymarchedthechaplain，ladendownwithoneman’srifleandanotherman’skit—bag。
　　"They’reallhere，sir，"saidCorporalThomtotheM。O。，withadistinctnoteoftriumphinhisvoice。"Allhere，sir，"herepeated，asheobservedthesergeantmajorstandingatthedoctor’sside。
　　"Welldone，corporal，"saidthesergeantmajor。"Youbrought’emallin？Thatmeansthatnomanhasfallenoutonourfirstmarchinthiscountry。"
　　Thecorporalmadenoreply，butlateron，heexplainedthemattertothesergeantmajor。
　　"It’sthatSkyPilotofours，sir，"hesaid。"Blowedifhe’dletusfallout。"
　　"Keptyoumarching，eh？"
　　"No，it’shischocolateandhisjaw，butmorehisjawthanhischocolate。He’sgotlotsofboth。Iwasallin。I’dbeensickalldayinthetrain。Couldn’teatabite。Well，thefirstthing，hegivesmeacakeofhischocolate。Thenhesetshimselfdowninthemudbesideme，andmewishin’allthetimehe’dgoonandleavemeforthewaggontopickup。Thenhegivesmeacigarette，andthenhebeginstotalk。"
　　"Talk，whatabout？"
　　"DamnedifIknow，butthefirstthingIknewIwastellin’himaboutthebronchobustin’，——that’smyjob，youknow——andhowIwonoutfromNiggerJakeintheCalgaryStampede，untilIwasthatstuckonmyselfthatIsaid：’Well，sir，we’dbettergetamoveon，’anduphegetswithmykit—bagonhisback。Byandby，wepicksupanotherlameduckandthenanother，feedin’’emwithchocolateandslingin’hisjaw，andwhenwewasatthelimit，hehaltsusoutsideoneofthemstoneshacksandknocksatthedoor。
　　’Nosoldiershere，’snapsthered—headedangel，shuttin’thedoorrightinhisface。Thenheopensthedoorandstepsrightinwhereshecouldseehim，andstartstotalktoher，anduslisteningoutintherain。Say！Infifteenminuteswewasallstandin’uptoafeedofcoffeeandbuns，andthenhegetsHarryHobbswhistlin’andsingin’，anddernedifwecouldn’thavemarchedtoBerlin。Say！
　　He’sagoodone，ain’tnoquitter，andhewon’tletnobodyelsebeaquitter。"
　　AndthusitcamethatwithCorporalThomandhisderelictsthechaplainmarchedintoanewplaceintheesteemofthemenofhisbattalion，andofitssergeantmajor。
　　Butofthis，ofcourse，Barryhadnoknowledge。Heknewthathehadmadesomelittleprogressintotheconfidenceofbothofficersandmeninhisbattalion。Hehadmade，too，somefirmfriendshipswhichhadrelieved，toacertainextent，thesenseofisolationandlonelinessthathadmadehisfirstmonthswiththebattalionsoappalling。Buttherestillremainedthesenseoffailureinasfarashisspecificdutyaschaplainwasconcerned。
　　TheexperiencesofthefirstweeksinEnglandonlyservedtodeepeninhimtheconvictionthathisinfluenceonthemenagainsttheevilswhichweretheirespecialsnarewasasthewindagainsttheincomingtide，beatinginfromtheNorthSea。Hecouldmakearipple，acertainamountoffussynoise，butthetideoftemptationrolledsteadilyonward，uncheckedinitsflow。
　　Theoldtemptationstoprofanity，drinkandlust，thathadhauntedthesoldiers’stepsathome，werefoundtobelyinginwaitforthemhereandinaggravatedform。True，inthemessandinhispresenceamongthementherewaslessprofanitythantherehadbeenatthefirst，butitfilledhimwithakindofragetofeelthatthischangewasduetonosenseoftheevilofthehabit，butsolelytoanunwillingnesstogiveoffencetoonewhommanyofthemwerecomingtoregardwithrespectandsomeevenwithaffection。
　　"Ihatethat，"hesaidtotheM。O。，towhomhewouldoccasionallyunburdenhissoul。"You’dthinkIwasakindofpolicemanovertheirmorals。"
　　"Oh，Iwouldn’tworryaboutthat，"saidtheM。O。，towhomthehabitofprofanitywasaveryvenialsin。"Yououghttobemightygladthatyourpresencedoesactasakindofmoralprophylactic。
　　Anditdoes，Iassureyou。IconfessthatsinceIhavecometobeassociatedwithyou，Iamconsciousofaveryreal，andattimes，distressinglimitationofmyvocabulary。Imaynotbemorevirtuous，butcertainlyIammorerespectable。"