“And of course it naturally creates a little prejudice or jealousy against you.”
“Oh, do please put me out of my misery,” thought Syd.
“Mr Dallas has been talking to me about you a good deal.”
“What have I done to offend the second luff?” thought Syd.
“And I quite agree with him.”
“What can it be?” thought Syd.
“Now I am going to give you a bit of advice.”
“Yes, sir; thank—”
“I told you not to speak, sir,” cried the lieutenant, angrily. “I advise you not to be conceited, not to jump at the conclusion that you are very clever, and not to begin to domineer over your messmates because they flatter and fawn upon you on the strength of your having thrashed Mr Terry. You see I hear all these things.”
Sydney felt the colour rising.