"I have been thinking over those trousers--" began the Commandant, picking his way between the briers that threatened to choke the path. "And so have I," said Sergeant Archelaus; "and the upshot is, Do you spell 'em with a 'u' or a 'w'?" "Now you mention it, I don't feel able to answer you off-hand; not without writing it down," said the Commandant. "But what on earth does it matter?" "Nothin'--except that I was thinkin' to write him a letter, to thank him." "For Heaven's sake--" the Commandant began, and checked himself. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you. In fact, I've been thinking the matter over, and it occurs to me that I have an old pair of dress trousers that might serve your turn; that is to say, if you could manage to unpick the red stripe off your old ones and get someone to sew it on. They are black, to be sure; but the difference between black and dark blue is not so very noticeable. And the cut of them inclines to the peg-top, that being the fashionable shape when I bought them--let me see--in fifty-seven, I think it was." "I know 'em," said Sergeant Archelaus. "They were sound enough two months back, when I sprinkled 'em over with camphor, against the moth." "I think they will do excellently." "They'll do, fast enough," Sergeant Archelaus asserted; "though it seems like deprivin' you." "Not at all, Archelaus; not in the least. Why, I haven't put on evening dress half a dozen times since I came to the Islands." "And that's a long time, to be sure, sir. But one never knows. The Lord Proprietor might take it into his head, one o' these days, to invite you to dinner." "Few things are less likely. And even if he did, and the worst came to the worst, I might borrow Mr. Rogers', you know," added the Commandant--and with a smile; for he stood six feet, and Mr. Rogers a bare five feet five, in their respective socks. "He might ask you both together. 'Twould be just of a piece with his damned thoughtlessness." "Hush, Archelaus!" his master commanded sternly, and reproached himself afterwards for having felt not altogether ill-pleased. "Well, sir, I thank you kindly; and I won't deny 'twill be a comfort to go about with the lower half of me looking a bit less like a pen-wiper. But what be I to do with the pesky things? Return 'em?" "On no account. You might even thank him--by word of mouth--if you have not already done so." "I haven't. To tell the truth, the pattern took me so aback at first going off.... But when you came in by the gate, there, I was turning it over in my mind that the garrison oughtn't to be beholden to a civilian----" "Quite right, Archelaus."