“Yes, Jack, all seems ready for action.”
“Except you, Jem.”
“I?—I’m ready.”
“No; you ought to have had a new suit, Jem.”
“No; I said I would not,” cried the major; “and I’ve kept to that, and that alone. I’ve given way in everything else. Let me alone there.”
“All right; all right. I say no more. Change the subject, Jem; we won’t have words to-night. Glynne looks lovely; doesn’t she?”
“Fit bride for a god,” said the major. “Bless her!”
“Amen. Calm, satisfied and happy in her choice.”
“H’m.”
The major coughed a little.