"A letter from Stella! And about time, too! She isn't much of a correspondent now-a-days.

Where are they now?
Oh, Srinagar.

Lucky beggar--Dacre! Wish he'd taken me along as well as Stella! What am I in such a hurry about?
Well, my dear chap, look at the time! You'll be late for mess yourself if you don't buck up." Tommy's treatment of his captain was ever of the airiest when they were alone.

He had never stood in awe of Monck since the days of his illness; but even in his most familiar moments his manner was not without a certain deference.

His respect for him was unbounded, and his pride in their intimacy was boyishly whole-hearted.