I had made this very clear to him at Lisbon and he had agreed, but all the same it was a beastly reflection.

Here was that ancient worthy left to the tender mercies of the people he most detested on earth.

My only comfort was that they couldn't do very much with him.

If they sent him to the front, which was the worst they could do, he would escape, for I would have backed him to get through any mortal lines.

It wasn't much fun for me either.
Only when I was to be deprived of it did I realize how much his company had meant to me.