The time was, when Colonel Fortescue felt that he knew every thought in Anita's mind, but not so any longer.
He began to speak of Broussard, to try and search Anita's mind on that subject, but Anita remained absolutely silent.

The Colonel's heart sank; Anita was certainly growing up, and had secrets of her own.
It was quite dark when the Colonel and Anita cantered through the lower entrance, the short way to the C.O.'s house.

One door alone was open in the long row of red brick barracks.

The electric light in the passageway fell full upon the figures of Broussard and Mrs.Lawrence as the woman impulsively put her hand on Broussard's shoulder; he gently removed it and walked quickly out of the door.

Under the glare of a street lamp he came face to face with Colonel Fortescue.
An officer visiting the wife of a private soldier is not a thing to be excused by a strict Colonel, and Colonel Fortescue was very strict, and had Argus eyes in the bargain.
Broussard saluted the Colonel and bowed to Anita and passed on.