"
"No censure was offered, sir."
"No, but your tone implied that you would not in any circumstances
accept it."
"Only because I knew I hadn't merited it, sir."
"But don't you see that subordination becomes impossible when each
officer--"
Sir John interrupted his colleague.
"Mr. Dale, perhaps short words will be more comprehensible to you than
long ones."
Dale flushed, and spoke hurriedly.
"I'm not without education, sir--as my record shows. I won the Rowland
Hill Fourth Class Annual and the Divisional Prize for English
composition."
Sir John and the Colonel exchanged a significant glance; and Dale,
making a clumsy bow, went on very submissively. "However you are good
enough to word it, sir, I shall endeavor to understand."
"Then," said Sir John, with a sudden crispness and severity, "the
opinion I have derived from the correspondence is that you were
altogether too uppish. You had got too big for your boots."
"Sorry that should be your opinion, sir."
"It is the opinion of my colleague too," said Sir John sharply. "The
impudence of a little Jack in office. I'm the king of the castle."
"I employed no such expression, sir."
"No, but you couldn't keep your temper in writing to your superiors,
any more than you could in managing the ordinary business of your
office.
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