He held his head the higher, and gaining in confidence walked boldly on, proud of the closely-veiled figure at his side, as Claire drooped over his arm; but, as he drew nearer to the barracks, he felt a curious tremor attacking him, and it needed all his strength of mind to keep up and face his brethren of the mess. Claire shrank more and more as they entered the gates and crossed the barrack-yard, but Morton had screwed himself up to the sticking point, and he would have died sooner than have turned tail now. Dragoon after dragoon saluted him, and he caught sight of Sir Harry Payne, but that officer had the grace to turn off, and they reached the Colonel's quarters without an unpleasant encounter. They were shown in at once, and without taking chairs Morton stood defiant and proud awaiting the entrance of the Colonel, and supporting his sister. They were not kept waiting long before the Colonel entered, Morton meeting his eyes with a fiercely independent look. He was armed against an unarmed man, for the old Colonel's first act was to place a chair for Claire, bowing to her with chivalrous deference, while directly after, in place of treating his subaltern with freezing distance, he held out his hand and shook Morton's warmly. The young officer had truly said that he was only a boy, for this kindly act and the old Colonel's sympathetic look threw him off his balance, and his lip began to quiver and his face to change. "You've come to ask for a pass to see your brother, Denville," said Colonel Lascelles. "Yes, of course, of course. Very sad--very painful business, my dear lad. No fault of yours, of course. Don't scruple to ask me for any assistance I can give you, my dear boy. As far as my duty will allow me, you can count upon me. There: that's it," he said, blotting a sheet of paper, and handing it promptly to the young officer, while he chivalrously refrained from even glancing at the sorrow-burdened figure at his side. "By-the-way, Denville," he whispered, calling the young fellow aside, "you can take what leave you like now." The flush came back to Morton's face, and he was drawing himself up, but the Colonel took one hand, while he laid his left upon the lad's shoulder. "No, no, no: I don't mean that, my dear boy. You have behaved uncommonly well, and I never respected you half so much as I do now. No gentleman in the regiment, I am sure, will think otherwise than I do. Yours is a very painful position, Denville, and, believe me, you have my sympathy from my heart." Morton grasped his hand firmly, and then hurried away, for he could not trust himself to speak. Another encounter had to be gone through, though, and that was with a tall, dark officer who came upon them suddenly. Morton flushed up again as he felt Claire start, and saw Rockley stop suddenly, as if about to speak eagerly to the shrinking girl; but he found Morton's eyes fixed upon him, and returning the look with an angry scowl he passed on.