You know I was only a brevet Major, and had two more steps to get before I had a regimental majority." "That makes all the difference, Mallett; and it is absurd, a young fellow of your age crying out against society." "I don't cry out against it," Mallett laughed.

"I simply say that it is out of my line, and I have never been broken into it.

I was talking of buying a yacht, or rather of building one." "What size do you want?
I know of one to be had cheap, if you are thinking of a good big craft." And thus it was that Mallett came to hear of the yawl at Poole.
"I have fixed on the Osprey, Major Mallett," Bertha Greendale said, when he took her down to dinner two days after he had last seen her.

"What do you say to that?
There are two or three yachts of the same name, but none of them is over thirty tons." "I think the Osprey is a pretty name, Miss Greendale.

I should have accepted the Crocodile if you had suggested it.