Still, as I say, the fellow was perfectly right.

His highly trained intelligence had led him to an exact conclusion.

The festering sore demanded drastic treatment,--the surgeon's knife.

As we talked I saw how coldly his brain had worked.
And side by side with that working I saw, to my amusement, the insistent claims of his vanity.

The quickest way to the front, where alone he could re-establish his impugned honour was by enlistment in the regular army.