"Don't be a fool, old chap; you'll have to say good-by to her. You don't want to hurt her feelings."
"What's it to you whether I hurt her feelings or not?" Winn asked savagely.
There was a moment's sharp tension. It dropped at the tone of Lionel's quiet voice.
"It's a great deal to me," he said steadily; "but I know it's not half as much to me as it is to you, old Winn."
"Oh, all right," said Winn after a short pause. "I suppose I'll say it if you think I ought to. Only stand by if you happen to be anywhere about. By the by, I hope I shall have some kind of a scrap with Roper before the morning's over. I shall enjoy that. Infernal little beast, I caught him out last night. I can't tell you how; but unless he's off by the eight o'clock to-morrow, he's in for punishment."
Lionel laughed.
"All right," he said; "don't murder him. I'm going to turn in now. Sorry about Bouncing. Did he have a bad time, poor chap?"
"No," said Winn, "not really. He had a jolly sight harder time living; and yet I believe he'd have swopped with me at the end. Funny how little we know what the other fellow feels!"
"We can get an idea sometimes," Lionel said in a queer voice, with his back to his friend. Winn hastened to the door of his room. He knew that Lionel had an idea. He said, as he half closed the door on himself:
"Thanks awfully for the whiskey."