It's a question not of your feelings towards me, but my feelings towards you.

I don't want to make polite speeches--but you're a man whom I have every reason to honour and trust.

And unlike all my other brother-officers, you have no reason to be jealous--" "My dear fellow," I interrupted, "what's all this about?
Why jealousy ?" "You know what a pot-hunter is in athletics?
A chap that is simply out for prizes?
Well, that's what a lot of them think of me.

That I'm just out to get orders and medals and distinctions and so forth." "That's nonsense," said I."I happen to know.

Your reputation in the brigade is unassailable." "In the way of my having done what I'm credited with, it is," he answered.