"Suppose you had been seen by any of the scandalmongering old wives of the garrison?
A nice thing for Una and a nice thing for me, begad, to be made the subject of fly-blown talk over the tea-cups." Tremayne accepted the rebuke in the friendly spirit in which it appeared to be conveyed.

"Sorry, O'Moy," he said.

"You're quite right.

We should have thought of it.

Everybody isn't to know what our relations are." And again he was so manifestly honest and so completely at his ease that it was impossible to harbour any thought of evil, and O'Moy felt again the glow of shame of suspicions so utterly unworthy and dishonouring..