They wasted such a confounded time over toasts at mess to-night.

Yours was one of 'em, and I had to reply.

I hadn't a notion what to say.

Captain Monck thinks I made an awful hash of it though he is too considerate to say so." "On the contrary I said 'Hear, hear!' to every stutter," said Monck, bowing slightly as he took the hand she offered.
She was wearing a black lace dress with a glittering spangled scarf of Indian gauze floating about her.

Her neck and shoulders gleamed in the soft red glow.