But I didn't like the second lieutenant's grin, for he seemed a good class of lad.

I looked steadily out of the window for the rest of the way, and wasn't sorry when I got to my station.
I had had the queerest interview with Bullivant and Macgillivray.

They asked me first if I was willing to serve again in the old game, and I said I was.

I felt as bitter as sin, for I had got fixed in the military groove, and had made good there.

Here was I--a brigadier and still under forty, and with another year of the war there was no saying where I might end.