to be washed blocked my passage, and being a woman I naturally gave her right of way. And the next instant saw it was Lois.

She had averted her head, and was now hurriedly passing on, and I turned sharply on my heel and came up beside her.

“Lois,” I managed to say with a voice that was fairly steady, “have you forgotten me?”

Her head remained resolutely averted; and as I continued beside her, she said, without looking at me:

“Do you not understand that you are disgracing yourself by speaking to me on the parade? Pass on, sir, for your own sake,”

“I desire to speak to you,” I said obstinately.

“No. Pass on before any officers see you!”