I snuggled down abased; and after an interval the voice of Mulvaney began.

‘Did I iver tell you how Dinah Shadd came to be wife av mine?’

I dissembled a burning anxiety that I had felt for some months—­ever since Dinah Shadd, the strong, the patient, and the infinitely tender, had of her own good love and free will washed a shirt for me, moving in a barren land where washing was not.

‘I can’t remember,’ I said casually.  ’Was it before or after you made love to Annie Bragin, and got no satisfaction?’

The story of Annie Bragin is written in another place.  It is one of the many less respectable episodes in Mulvaney’s chequered career.

‘Before—­before—­long before, was that business av Annie Bragin an’ the corp’ril’s ghost.  Niver woman was the worse for me whin I had married Dinah.  There’s a time for all things, an’ I know how to kape all things in place—­barrin’ the dhrink, that kapes me in my place wid no hope av comin’ to be aught else.’

‘Begin at the beginning,’ I insisted.  ’Mrs. Mulvaney told me that you married her when you were quartered in Krab Bokhar barracks.’

‘An’ the same is a cess-pit,’ said Mulvaney piously.  ’She spoke thrue, did Dinah.  ‘Twas this way.  Talkin’ av that, have ye iver fallen in love, sorr?’

I preserved the silence of the damned.  Mulvaney continued—­

’Thin I will assume that ye have not. I did.  In the days av my youth, as I have more than wanst tould you, I was a man that filled the eye an’ delighted the sowl av women.  Niver man was hated as I have bin.  Niver man was loved as I—­no, not within half a day’s march av ut!  For the first five years av my service, whin I was what I wud give my sowl to be now, I tuk whatever was within my reach an’ digested ut—­an that’s more than most men can say.  Dhrink I tuk, an’ ut did me no harm.  By the Hollow av Hiven, I cud play wid four women at wanst, an’ kape them from findin’ out anythin’ about the other three, an’ smile like a full-blown marigold through ut all.  Dick Coulhan, av the battery we’ll have down on us to-night, could drive his team no betther than I mine, an’ I hild the worser cattle!  An’ so I lived, an’ so I was happy till afther that business wid Annie Bragin—­she that turned me off as cool as a meat-safe, an’ taught me where I stud in the mind av an honest woman.  ’Twas no sweet dose to swallow.

‘Afther that I sickened awhile an’ tuk thought to my reg’mental work; conceiting mesilf I wud study an’ be a sergint, an’ a major-gineral twinty minutes afther that.  But on top av my ambitiousness there was an empty place in my sowl, an’ me own opinion av mesilf cud not fill ut.  Sez I to mesilf, “Terence, you’re a great man an’ the best set-up in the reg’mint.  Go on an’ get promotion.”  Sez mesilf to me, “What for?” Sez I to mesilf, “For the glory av ut!” Sez mesilf to me, “Will that fill these two strong arrums av yours, Terence?” “Go to the devil,” sez I to mesilf.  “Go to the married lines,” sez mesilf to me. “’Tis the same thing,” sez I to mesilf.  “Av you’re the same man, ut is,” said mesilf to me; an’ wid that I considhered on ut a long while.  Did you iver feel that way, sorr?’