They were at the cheese by this time, and the General was apparently divided between the merits of Gruyere and Stilton.

He did not glance at Captain Langrishe, but he knew quite as well as if he had that the colour came again to his cheek, that the brown eyes looked unhappily conscious.
"I have met Miss Drummond several times," he answered.
"Ah, you must dine with us one evening." Young Langrishe looked at him in a startled way.
"Thank you very much, sir," he said, "but, as a matter of fact, I am negotiating a change into an Indian regiment.

I don't know how long I shall be here.

And I shall be very busy, I'm afraid." "Ah! Just as you like--just as you like." The General, by the easiest of transitions, passed on to the subject of soldiering in India.

He had an unwontedly exhilarated feeling which later had its reaction in a consciousness of guilt.
"What would poor Gerald have said ?" he thought, as he walked homewards that evening.