"’Tisn’t that, sir," said the stoker.  "The truth o’t is I was going to take my girl to the cinema to-night.  It begins at seven, and she’ll be in a taking, ’cos they’re showing some war pictures, and I’m in one of ’em, and she’s mad on seeing me, though I tell her I ain’t doing nothing, only looking down my nose at a blooming Hun prisoner."