should have seen the sweet imp as I remember her. Just her poise on the wall comes suddenly clear before me, and behind her the light various branches of the bushes of the shrubbery that my feet might not profane, and far away and high behind her, dim and stately, the cornice of the great façade of Bladesover rose against the dappled sky. Our talk must have been serious and business-like, for we were discussing my social position.
"I don't love Archie," she had said, apropos of nothing; and then in a whisper, leaning forward with the hair about her face, "I love you!"
But she had been a little pressing to have it clear that I was not and could not be a servant.
"You'll never be a servant—ever!"
I swore that very readily, and it is a vow I have kept by nature.
"What will you be?" said she.
I ran my mind hastily over the professions.
"Will you be a soldier?" she asked.
"And be bawled at by duffers? No fear!" said I. "Leave that to the plough-boys."
"But an officer?"
"I don't know," I said, evading a shameful difficulty. "I'd rather go into the navy."
"Wouldn't you like to fight?"
"I'd like to fight," I said. "But a common soldier—it's no honour to have to be told to fight and to be looked down upon while you do it, and how could I be an officer?"
"Couldn't you be?" she said, and looked at me doubtfully; and the spaces of the social system opened between us.
Then, as became a male of spirit, I took upon myself