And he was still more angry at having omitted to say it.

He ordered his horse at once and, coldly taking leave of Boris, rode home.

Should he go to headquarters next day and challenge that affected adjutant, or really let the matter drop, was the question that worried him all the way.

He thought angrily of the pleasure he would have at seeing the fright of that small and frail but proud man when covered by his pistol, and then he felt with surprise that of all the men he knew there was none he would so much like to have for a friend as that very adjutant whom he so hated.