“Thank you. I shall be very glad.”
“But you will not have much time yet. Nice grind you’ve got before you to master your drill.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” I replied.
“Don’t drink, don’t smoke, and I suppose you can’t ride?”
“Yes, I can ride,” I said quickly.
“I suppose so—in a riding-school. Wait till you are going at full gallop over the plain, with six or eight guns bumping and jumping after you; you’ll find out then whether you can ride. Well, how do you like Brace?”
The question startled me.
“I—I hardly know yet,” I said.
“With him long enough, anyhow!”
“I thought him very gentlemanly and kind.”