“What is that?”
“If you don’t resign, you’ll be dismissed.”
“Oh, Lord!”
“If you were not, the cadets would cut you dead, never speak to you except officially, for they have got a standard of honor here which only an angel could hope to attain to.”
“You had better resign, then, too.”
“Why?”
“You are no angel.”
“That’s rather good of you, Breslin; your trouble seems to have sharpened your wit.”
“Well, if I resign you ought to do so too, or——”
“Or what?”