That was a vow. And through the remaining hours of the night I tried to plan how it would be best to begin its fulfilment. Men who have gone through a campaign as close friends, have few secrets from one another; and I had none from DickWaring. Nevertheless, I would now have kept one if it were possible; but it was not. If I had not told him, he would have guessed, and then he might have thought that he had the right to chaff me on losing my head. It is only a happy lover who can bear to be chaffed, however, and a few words were enough.
