"A bit," admitted Warrington.
"Look in the glass now," said Vicary, in an awestruck voice, for Warrington was senior officer and brother and Ajax and Wellington and Lord Roberts all rolled into one, in the subaltern's estimation.
Warrington started, and looked not at the glass, but at Vicary.
"You're right, young 'un," he said in a moment, and dropped into the other armchair. "I'm in an awful funk at this very moment."
"'I SHOULD ADVISE YOU TO HAVE IT OUT WITH HER.'"
"Oh!" breathed Vicary, and allowed the amazing fact to sink into his consciousness.
"Fact," said Warrington, and dragged at his moustache and gnawed the end.
"In heaven's name," said Ensign Vicary, "what are you frightened of?"
"Of one little girl I could pick up and carry under one arm," said Lieutenant Warrington, V. C.