Monck, who till then had occupied the same bungalow, declared he had nothing against him, and he was surely in a position to form a very shrewd opinion.

For Monck was neither fool nor madman, and there was very little that escaped his silent observation.
He was acting as best man at the morrow's ceremony, the function having been almost thrust upon him by Dacre who, oddly enough, shared something of Tommy's veneration for his very reticent brother-officer.
There was scant friendship between them.

Each had been accustomed to go his own way wholly independent of the other.

They were no more than casual acquaintances, and they were content to remain such.

But undoubtedly Dacre entertained a certain respect for Monck and observed a wariness of behaviour in his presence that he never troubled to assume for any other man.