"Oh, you know what I mean. You're engaged to her, aren't you? Or as good as anyhow? I don't want to ask questions——"
"Not even as good as, yet," answered Harry slowly.
"Of course you know what I feel. Everybody knows that, though I've never talked about it—even to her."
"Why not to her? Isn't that rather usual in such cases?" Harry was smiling now.
"It would only worry her. What chance should I have?"
"Well, I don't agree with being too humble."
"Oh, I don't know that I'm humble. Perhaps I think myself as good a man as you. But"—he laughed a little—"I'm Broadley of Mingham, not Tristram of Blent."
"I see. That's it? And our friend the Major?"
"I shouldn't so much mind having a turn-up with the Major."