"A know maself," the other answered. "And that's the same."
The Colonel felt as feels a man who watches the casual immoralities of a big and jolly dog. Then he came to himself and broke away, firing a last shot over his shoulder.
"I suppose you'll wait till he has gone," he sneered.
"A doubt," the other answered, cool and impudent to the last.
The Colonel tramped home, sore at heart.
Opposite the Wish he stumbled on Mr. Trupp, who brought him up with a jerk.
"There's going to be a Coalition Government," the old surgeon told his friend. "Lloyd George and the pacifists are leaving the Cabinet; and Smith and Carson and Bonar Law coming in."
Just then Stanley Bessemere rushed by in a powerful car. He waved to the two men, neither of whom would see him.
"You know what he's after?" said Mr. Trupp.
"What?" asked the Colonel.