“For God's sake, be calm! You would not kill me for obeying orders! I am serving one you love. Are you mad? I shall scream if you keep pressing that horrid thing against my side.” Lorry felt him tremble, and was at once filled with compunction. How could he expect a loyal fellow to disobey orders?
“I beg your pardon a thousand times,” he cried, jamming the pistol into his pocket. “You are a brave gentleman and I am a fool. Take me where you will; I'll go like a lamb. You'll admit, however, that it is exasperating to be going in the dark like this.”
“It is a very good thing that it is dark,” said the soldier, quickly. “The darkness is very kind to us. No one can see us and we can see no one.”
“I should say not. I haven't the faintest idea what you look like. Have I seen you at the castle?”
“Yes, frequently.”
“Will you tell me your name?”
“You would not know me by name.”
“Are you an officer?”
“No; I am new to the service.”
“Then I'll see that you are promoted. I like your staunchness. How old are you?”