“I used to think she was the most charming woman in England,” he said, meaningly.
Mrs. Dutton simpered and looked down; Mr. Stiles moved his chair a little closer to her, and then glanced thoughtfully at his friend.
“Burton,” he said.
“Sir,” snapped the other.
“Run back and fetch my pipe for me,” said Mr. Stiles. “I left it on the mantelpiece.”
Mr. Burton hesitated, and, the widow happening to look away, shook his fist at his superior officer.
“Look sharp,” said Mr. Stiles, in a peremptory voice.
“I’m very sorry, sir,” said Mr. Burton, whose wits were being sharpened by misfortune, “but I broke it.”
“Broke it?” repeated the other.