"I remember." "Well, it's rather like that now, isn't it ?" A pretty girl, twenty-two or twenty-three years of age, obviously the daughter of the red-faced proprietor, came up to us and asked us if we would like any more tea.

She would be stout later on, her red cheeks were plump and her black hair arranged coquettishly in little shining curls.

She smiled on us.
"No more tea ?" she said.
"No more," I answered.
"You will not be staying here ?" "Not to-night." "We have a nice room here." "No, thank you." "Perhaps one of you--" "No.

We are returning to-night," "Perhaps, for an hour or two." Then smiling at me and laughing a little, "I have known many officers ...

very many." "No, thank you," I said sternly.
"I have a sister," she said.