He's a smart chap, and I should have thought he'd have been full of it.

Perhaps he's too far back." "He was in a big town he doesn't name the other day, in an air-raid, and a man was killed in his carriage." "Good Lord! you don't say so?
When did you hear that?
I thought we had command of the air." "I got a letter to-night, father.

He just mentioned that, but he doesn't say much else about it.

He's at Abbeville now, on the Somme, and he says the Germans come over fairly often by night." "Impossible!" snorted the old man, "I have it on the best possible authority that our air service is completely up to date now, and far better than the German.

He must be exaggerating.