Major Kent came down to breakfast next morning in a frock coat and a white waistcoat.

His silk hat, carefully brushed and glossy, lay on the hall table with a pair of pale grey kid gloves beside it.

Meldon, who was a little late for breakfast, paused in the hall and looked at the hat.

Entering the dining-room he took a long stare at his friend.
"Major," he said, "you're a wonderful man.

I had forgotten how wonderful you are.