This clean-minded, clean-bodied American with the confident though respectful smile, was a chap after his own heart.
"I hardly know what to do with you, Percival," he said, a scowl of genuine perplexity in his eyes.

"You are not an ordinary transgressor.
You are a gentleman.

You have exercised an authority perhaps somewhat similar to my own,--possibly in some respects your position up there was even more autocratic, if I may use the term.

I am not unconscious of all this, and yet I have no choice other than that designated by law.

The regulations are unalterable.