You?
I have your secret now.

You have none of mine I dare not meet.

You may go: you have my wife's pardon, it seems.
I do not understand it, but you have mine--with this caution.
You are my superior officer.

If to-morrow, outside of the ranks, you dare to say a word to me, I promise to strike you on the mouth before the regiment, and afterwards to tell the whole truth of us both, and take what punishment may befall." So he too pointed towards the door.

Leicester bowed and went from us into the night.
"That's all very well," groaned Mr.Rogers, "but I'll have to resign my commission of the peace." "If it's retiring from active service you mean," said Miss Belcher cheerfully, "that's what I began by advising.