There was a queer look in his face which Geraldine was beginning to recognise.
"Ralph, old fellow," he said, "don't think me too much of an interfering beggar, will you?
I don't think even to your dearest friend, not to the girl you are going to marry, to me, or to your own mother, would I finish that little drawing and description, if I were you." They all stared at him.

Granet's face was expressionless, the girls were bewildered, Ralph was frowning.
"Dash it all, Hugh," he expostulated, "do have a little common sense.
Here's a fellow like Granet, a keen soldier and one of the best, doing all he can for us on land but a bit worried about our submarine danger.
Why shouldn't I try and reassure him, eh ?--let him see that we've a few little things up our sleeves ?" "That sounds all right, Ralph," Thomson agreed, "but you're departing from a principle, and I wouldn't do it.

It isn't a personal risk you're running, or a personal secret you're sharing with others.

It may sound absurd under the present circumstances, I know, but--" Granet laughed lightly.

His arm fell upon the young sailor's shoulder.
"Perhaps Thomson's right, Conyers," he intervened.