They That Love Not (Tobacco and Boys)

Baker, isn't it? I had you for French. Or was it Latin?

For dessert, sir. You called me your "Bakewell Tart"

Did I, by God?

Yes, sir. You always took dessert in your rooms on Wednesdays.

Well, one had to. Even before the war, you know?

Loose lips.

Eh?

Sink ships, sir.

Oh, yes. And walls have ears!

I'm sorry, sir, but there's no smoking here.

What?

I said there's -

I heard you.

Perhaps it might be best, sir, if you put your pipe away.

I remember you opening.

Sir?

For the first XI.

Not me, sir.

No? Must have been some other tart.

I think it was Fraser.

Fraser?

Who opened the batting, sir. I was never very sporty.

Excuse me, sir, but I really must insist -

Can you see any smoke?

No, but the other diners -

Bugger the other bloody diners!

You had a sweet tooth, sir. You liked your pudding.

Tea and crumpet, but no sympathy?

You were never unkind.

You must have hated me, I suppose?

No, sir. I loved you. I think we all did.

Tosh! I was a beast and a bully!

Never that, sir.

Different now. Times have changed.

Not as different as you might imagine.

What is it you do, Baker?

I teach. I'm a teacher, sir.

Really? What subject?

Latin.