"I came here to-day for your help," said Warrington, and stopped short.
"Warry!" said Vicary, nervously. He had never seen him like this before.
"Vic, I'm longing to see her—to say it! I've been longing for months, and now—I simply daren't call."
"Bulldog—heavy father—comic papers," murmured Vicary, quite uncomprehending.
Warrington glared.
"If you're going to be a drivelling young idiot," he said, icily.
"No—no! Drive ahead," said Vicary.
"It's just her I'm frightened of," said Warrington. "I'd rather go through a week of Chukundras than speak; but I'd go through a lifetime of them with her at the far end."
"But, Warrington," said Vicary, puzzled, "she's not such a Tartar."
"She's the best girl in the world," said Warrington, V.C.; "and the only thing in it I'm afraid to face."