a young pup off feather, but you can't whip a young man.'
'It isn't a woman. It's one woman; and it's a girl.'
'Where's your proof?'
'He got up and went out at eight this morning,—got up in the middle of the night, by Jove! a thing he never does except when he's on service. Even then, remember, we had to kick him out of his blankets before the fight began at El-Maghrib. It's disgusting.'
'It looks odd; but maybe he's decided to buy a horse at last. He might get up for that, mightn't he?'
'Buy a blazing wheelbarrow! He'd have told us if there was a horse in the wind. It's a girl.'
'Don't be certain. Perhaps it's only a married woman.'
'Dick has some sense of humour, if you haven't. Who gets up in the gray dawn to call on another man's wife? It's a girl.'
'Let it be a girl, then. She may teach him that there's somebody else in the world besides himself.'
'She'll spoil his hand. She'll waste his time, and she'll marry him, and ruin his work for ever. He'll be a respectable married man before we
