tester

Mr. Tester was away as he might be away if they were already married.

Mr. Tester looked at me a moment, as if he were too vexed to trust himself to speak.

But this was too odious a chance, and I accepted Mr. Tester's assurance.

"Well, she likes me awfully," Mr. Tester said, looking like a handsome child.

"You know I am not sure that the Stoics is the right audience for a play like this," said Tester.

In a second Tester had resumed his old pose of indifference.

"I am going to the front in about a week, you know," said Tester, as they were standing on the platform.

Tester was over sixteen, was in the Lower Sixth, and had got his Seconds at cricket.

But Tester was a dangerous friend to have at a time when the mind is so open to impressions.

For Tester had not risen to his position on his own merits alone.