Six in the morning
Alas , for the white gloves in the neatly soldered boxes , the rides and the dances and picnics that were to be , the loves half spoken , and the debts unpaid ! Without demur and without question , fast as tonga could fly or pony gallop , back to their Regiments and their Batteries , as though they were hastening to their weddings , fled the subalterns . Bobby received his orders on returning from a dance at Viceregal Lodge , where he had but only the Haverley girl knows what Bobby had said or how many waltzes he had claimed for the next ball . Six in the morning saw Bobby at the Tonga Office in the drenching rain , the whirl of the last waltz still in his ears , and an intoxication due neither to wine nor waltzing in his brain . `` Good man ! '' shouted Deighton of the Horse Battery through the mists . `` Whar you raise dat tonga ?