It seemed strange to Durrance, even at that moment of his good luck, that Harry Feversham should envy him--strange and rather pleasant.

But he interpreted the envy in the light of his own ambitions.
"It is rough on you," he said sympathetically, "that your regiment has to stay behind." Feversham rode by his friend's side in silence.

Then, as they came to the chairs beneath the trees, he said:-- "That was expected.

The day you dined with me I sent in my papers." "That night ?" said Durrance, turning in his saddle.

"After we had gone ?" "Yes," said Feversham, accepting the correction.