“I will, sir.”
“I’ve told Brigley to see that you chaps have plenty of supper and what you want to drink. I say, Smithson—”
“Yes, sir. Thank you for your thought of us.”
“Thought of you; why, of course, thought of you. You fellows have to keep the thing going. But I say—”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do I—er—do I look all right?”
The lieutenant rose, and took a turn up and down the room.
“Splendid, sir!”
“No, no; don’t humbug, Smithson. Tell me the truth. It’s a new uniform; does it fit all right?”
“I tell you it’s splendid, sir! You couldn’t look better. There will be no one in the room who can touch you.”