"I shan't," I said stoutly.
"And you've been a good friend to Hubert."
"That's nothing; I want his address in West Ham."
"Don't say it's nothing, no deed of kindness was yet cast away in this world of sin," and two more tears began to roll.
"Stop that kind of thing, I simply can't stand it. Pull yourself together," I said, "and if you will give me his address I'll go."
"Don't go, you must stay and have a cup of tea. The Colonel, I hope he's well?"
"He's all right; you write to him still, don't you?"
"No, I never write to him."
"Hubert told me you did."
"He made a mistake. The Colonel and I quarrelled, but you must never say a word. I was treated badly, but I don't bear anybody any grudge, leastways not to the man who saved my life. Hasn't he ever told you about it?"