I should advise you to write for some books, and begin to read up a little, for I expect you are a bit rusty, like the rest of us.

And I shall hope to have you back lecturing in this Army area before long." So to speak, bowed out, Peter made his way home.

In the Rue de Paris Julie passed him, sitting with a couple of other nurses in an ambulance motor-lorry, and she waved her hand to him.

The incident served to depress him still more, and he was a bit petulant as he entered the mess.
He flung his cap on the table, and threw himself into a chair.
"Well," said Pennell, who was there, "on the peg all right ?" "Don't be a fool!" said Peter sarcastically.

"I'm wanted on the Staff.
Haig can't manage without me.