"And disobey my master?
Orders is orders, ma'am.

I once wore the Queen's uniform." Zora, sitting on the arm of a chair, half steadying herself with her umbrella, regarded the old man standing respectfully at attention before her with a smile whose quizzicality she could not restrain.

The old villain drew himself up in a dignified way.
"I don't mean the government uniform, ma'am.

I've had my misfortunes like anyone else.

I was once in the army--in the band." "Mr.Dix told me that you had been in the band," said Zora with all her graciousness, so as to atone for the smile.