Then I felt as though I might be beginning to be repaid.
'I have a very high opinion of the Territorials myself,' said Mr. Wontner above a glass of sherry. (Infant never lets us put bitters into anything above twenty years old.) 'But if you had any experience of the Service, you would find that the Average Army Man'
Here The Infant suggested changing, and Ipps, before whom no human passion can assert itself, led Mr. Wontner away.
'Why the devil did you tell him I was on the Bench?' said Infant wrathfully to me. 'You know I ain't now. Why didn't he stay in his father's office? He's a raging blight!'
'Not a bit of it,' said Stalky cheerfully. 'He's a little shaken and excited. Probably Beetle annoyed him in the garage, but we must overlook that. We've contained him so far, and I'm going to nibble round his outposts at dinner. All you've got to do, Infant, is to remember you're a gentleman in your own house. Don't hop! You'll find it pretty difficult before dinner's over. I don't want to hear anything at all from you, Beetle.'
'But I'm just beginning to like him,' I said. 'Do let me play!'
'Not till I ask you. You'll overdo it. Poor old Dhurrah-bags! A scandal 'ud break him up!'
'But as long as a regiment has no say as to who joins it, it's bound to rag,' Infant began. 'Why—why, they varnished me when I joined!' He squirmed at the thought of it.
