Again he smiled queerly. "I made sure you'd rather do it yourself," he said. "Shall I send them in?"
So I wished them farther and said "Yes"; and in they came.
They were the prettiest boys you ever saw in your life—too pretty. One had red hair and the other black, and they were dressed like navvies. They held their caps in their hands.
"What's this rubbish about not seeing a doctor?" I asked. You know my brutal way.
"We thought perhaps it could be dispensed with," Red Hair said, drawing nearer to Black Hair.
"Of course it can't," I told them. "What use to the Army are weaklings who can't stand the strain? They're just clogs in the machinery. Don't you see that?"
"We're very strong," Red Hair said, "only——"
"Only what?"
"Only——" Here they looked at each other, and Red Hair said, "Shall we?" and Black Hair said, "Yes"; and they both came closer to me.
"Will you promise," said Red Hair, "that you will treat as confidential anything we say to you?"