A few more questions settled Sandy. Then Claud came forward, adjusting his eyeglass.
"Better take that window out of your face, young fellow. What's your name?"
"Claud Dufair."
"Father?"
"Lord Dufair."
"You're the goods, young fellow. Now, do you think you can stand up to me for five rounds?"
"Boxing's a beastly bore, sir; but I would have a go—certainly."
"Right! I'll make you corporal. We've need of your brains. By the way, why did you leave home—women and wine, eh?"
"Well—yes, sir."
"Human failing—we're all like that," soliloquised Sam, who had been one of the lads in his day. "Now, boys, about turn, and off for your uniform—good day."