Bootles, proud of his new accomplishment, lifted the child awkwardly in his arms
“There’s a cab just driven up. I believe it’s the Grays. I saw them go out dressed before dinner,” said Hartog. The Grays were the adjutant and his wife, who lived in barracks. “She would help you in a minute.”
“Oh, go and see; there’s a good chap,” Bootles cried, eagerly.
Hartog therefore went out. He found that it was the adjutant with his wife returning from a party, and to the lady he addressed himself. “Oh, Mrs. Gray, Bootles is in such trouble—” he began.
“In trouble?—Bootles?—Captain Ferrers?” she said. “What is the matter?”
“Well, he’s got a baby,” Hartog answered.
“Got WHAT?” Mrs. Gray cried.
“A baby. It’s been left in his rooms, clothes and all, and Bootles don’t know what the de—, what in the world, I mean, to do with it.”