"I'm sorry, really I'm sorry. I had no intention to offend."
"You're a good fellow spoiled, as Jack Gordon said."
"Thanks," said Mr. Jones, secretly pleased.
"You know, Mr. Jones, I know a most charming Englishman. He was our Jackaroo. A public school man, he landed at our door and asked for a job. He had a glass eye and insisted on wearing that and a white indiarubber collar when working round the show. They ragged him, but he stood it all. When they went too far he simply took off his jacket and punched them soft. No matter what dirty job he got, he did it and never whined. He had no airs, and never trumpeted his family lineage or his school. He was just a dear, lovable English gentleman, who'd been a bit foolish at home. He is here in the Australian contingent; in fact, he's coming to see me to-night. Ah! here he is," she gleefully exclaimed, as a tall, well-built soldier, with a monocle, casually stepped on to the veranda. "Come and be introduced?"
"What! To a Tommy," said the surprised subaltern.
"Yes—and a gentleman," Sybil emphasised.
"Hallo, dear boy!"
"Well, Sybil, what a surprise when I got your wire."
"Let me introduce Mr. Jones of the Yeomanry—Private Dufair."
Claud solemnly saluted. There was a twinkle in his eye as the surprised subaltern started back, exclaiming, "What—Claud Dufair? You were at Rugby with me!"