14/28 I want to read for the Bar--a soldier's life is the very _opposite_ to what I should choose if I were a free agent. But you will trust me, won't you? Despite the severest self-restraint the bosom rose and fell. A few tears trickled down the smooth cheeks--it was an ingratiating boy on the verge of manhood that Rossiter saw before him. He hastened to say: "My _dear_ chap! Don't say another word, unless you like to blackguard me for my impertinence in putting these questions. |