“Dixon, think,— what if they should say yes? Do you want to command a Regiment?” “Why, . . . say, ’tis nothing I’d rule out, at this stage of my life,— ” “You’re a Quaker, you’re not suppos’d to believe in War.” “Technically no longer a Quaker, as they expell’d me back at the end of October from Raby Meeting, just before I came to London,— so I guess now I may kill anyone I like . . . ?” Mason pretends interest, having already heard about it in his briefing by the R.S. “And will any personal difficulties attend that, do you think?”
