CHAPTER XVIII.
AN EXCHANGE OF MESSAGES When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate, And time seemed but the vassal of my will, I entertained certain guests of state-- The great of older days, who, faithful still, Have kept with me the pact my youth had made.
-- S.

Weir Mitchell.
"Who am I ?" asked John Armitage soberly.
He tossed the stick of a match into the fireplace, where a pine-knot smoldered, drew his pipe into a glow and watched Oscar screw the top on a box of ointment which he had applied to Armitage's arm.

The little soldier turned and stood sharply at attention.
"Yon are Mr.John Armitage, sir.

A man's name is what he says it is.

It is the rule of the country." "Thank you, Oscar.