"You mean to say you've undertaken this all on your own? Why, you're a marvel! Haven't you really mentioned it to a soul?"
"As a matter of fact," said Savile scrupulously, "I did just mention something about it—not your name or theirs, of course—to the girl I'm engaged to. But she doesn't know any more about it than she did before."
Jasmyn exploded with laughter.
"Savile, you'll go far. So much prudence combined with so much pluck—why you'll end by being Prime Minister!"
"I shouldn't care for that. Besides, I can't," Savile said apologetically, "I'm going into the army."
"And what about your engagement?"
"Nothing about it. It won't make any difference."
"To whom?"
"Why, to me—or to her either—so far as that goes."
"Tell me why you're so keen about Woodville, and what you're taking all this trouble for, old boy?"