He wore corporal's stripes.

He saluted and stood at rigid attention.
"This is Tufton," said Betty.
I despatched her in search of Marigold.

To Tufton I said, regarding him with what, without vanity, I may term an expert eye: "You're an old soldier." "Yes, sir." "Guards ?" His eyes brightened.

"Yes, sir.

Seven years in the Grenadiers.