Do give me something to eat and drink, and don't scold me any more, till I've got on my uniform and had a good wash." "My dear boy! My dear Archy Raystoke!" cried the lieutenant, seizing his hands and pumping them up and down.

"Of course I didn't think it! Knew you were too much of a gentleman, but I was stuffed full of thoughts like that, and they would come out.

Here," he cried, "drink that, and here's some cake sent from Poole, and--tip it up, and eat away.

I am glad to see you again.

God bless you, my dear boy! I'm your officer, but you don't know how miserable I've been." "Yes, I do, sir.