"I have a question to put first.

Had I not chanced to see what took place, would you have sought this interview ?" The blood rose in a hot wave to Phil's head, but he did not wince or hesitate.
"Of course I shouldn't," he said.
Tudor made a curt gesture as of dismissal.
"Out of your own mouth--" he said, and turned contemptuously away.
Phil stood quite still for the space of ten seconds, then the young blood in him suddenly mounted to fever pitch.

He strode up to his major, and seized him fiercely by the shoulder.
"I won't bear this from any man," he said between his teeth.

"I am as honourable as you are! If you say--or insinuate--otherwise, I--by Heaven--I'll kill you!" The passionate words ceased, and there followed a silence more terrible than any speech.

Tudor stood absolutely motionless, facing the young subaltern who towered over him, without a sign of either anger or dismay.
Then at last, very slowly and quietly, he spoke: "You have made a mistake.