"Still, sir,
there's nothing, er, disgraceful."
"It seems hardly to have come to that," the General admitted reluctantly.
"It all rather makes me like him," Gertie affirmed courageously.
"I think that, on the whole, we may venture to know him in times of
peace," Mr. Naylor summed up.
"That's your look out," remarked the General. "I've warned you. You can
do as you like."
Delia Wall had sat silent through the story. Now she spoke up, and got
back to the real point:
"There's nothing in all that to show how he comes to be at Mr.
Saffron's."
The General shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, Saffron be hanged! He's not the
British Army," he said.
CHAPTER III
MR. SAFFRON AT HOME
To put it plainly, Sergeant Hooper--he had been a Sergeant for a brief
and precarious three weeks, but he used the title in civil life whenever
he safely could, and he could at Inkston--Sergeant Hooper was a
villainous-looking dog. Beaumaroy, fresh from the comely presences of Old
Place, unconscious of how the General had ripped up his character and
record, pleasantly nursing a little project concerning Dr.
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