Mr. Farrer whistled and his face hardened.
“That's not fair play,” he said at last. “All right; I'll be ready for him.”
“He doesn't like to be put in the wrong,” said Miss Ward. “He wants to prove that you haven't got any courage. He'd be disappointed if he found you had.”
“All right,” said Mr. Farrer again. “You're an angel for coming to tell me.”
“Father would call me something else, I expect,” said Miss Ward, with a smile. “Good-bye. I want to get back before he wakes up.”
She was back in her chair, listening to her father's slumbers, half an hour before he awoke.
“I'm making up for to-morrow night,” he said, opening his eyes suddenly.
His daughter nodded.
“Shows strength of will,” continued the sergeant-major, amiably. “Wellington could go to sleep at any time by just willing it. I'm the same way; I can go to sleep at five minutes' notice.”
“It's a very useful gift,” said Miss Ward, piously, “very.”