I looked at him without answering.
"Don't you know they do?"
"I suppose they may—" I answered, slowly.
"But they do. There was our former colonel's wife—Mrs. Holt; she was a regular church-goer, and a member of the church; she was always at the hop, and her sister; they are both church members. Mrs. Lambkin, General Lambkin's wife, she is another. Major Banks' sisters—those pretty girls—they are always there; and it is the same with visitors. Everybody comes; their being Christians does not make any difference."
"Captain Thorold," said I—"I mean Mr. Thorold, don't you obey your orders?"
"Yes—general," he said. And he laughed.
"So must I."
"You are not a soldier."
"Yes—I am."