I must think this out quietly.' 'Hullo!' said Torpenhow, entering the studio after Dick had enjoyed two hours of thought.

'I'm back.

Are you feeling any better ?' 'Torp, I don't know what to say.

Come here.' Dick coughed huskily, wondering, indeed, what he should say, and how to say it temperately.
'What's the need for saying anything?
Get up and tramp.' Torpenhow was perfectly satisfied.
They walked up and down as of custom, Torpenhow's hand on Dick's shoulder, and Dick buried in his own thoughts.
'How in the world did you find it all out ?' said Dick, at last.
'You shouldn't go off your head if you want to keep secrets, Dickie.

It was absolutely impertinent on my part; but if you'd seen me rocketing about on a half-trained French troop-horse under a blazing sun you'd have laughed.