“And you six feet!”
“No, no—five feet ten.”
“And moustached, and a regular dragoon!”
“How did you know that?”
“Know that?”
“Yes; I’ve just got my commission in the Thirtieth Dragoons.”
“I congratulate you!” cried Max. “‘Full many a shot at random sent,’ etcetera.”
“Then you did not know? Well, never mind that; only it isn’t all pleasure. The governor says it is too expensive a service for me to go in. The old fellow’s not very flush of money, you see.”
“Indeed?” said Max quietly.
“Well, never mind that either. But I say, what are you going in for—Church or Law?”