"He's not a man's man," the Major said, "and he doesn't care in the least what you and I think of him."
"Doesn't he?"
"No, and he doesn't care for—stuffed birds—and he doesn't care for the Judge, and he doesn't care for Mrs. Beaufort——"
"Oh, you needn't rub it in. I know what he's after."
"Do you?"
"Yes——"
The Major whistled softly a lilting tune. He had been called "The Whistling Major" by his men and they had liked his clear piping.
He stopped abruptly. "Well, you can't build fences around lovely little ladies——"
"I wish I could. I'd like to shut her up in a tower——"