I left Ealing about midnight more or less, got sandwiched in the Metro with a Brigadier-General and his blooming wife and daughters, and had to wait God knows how long for the R.T.O.If I couldn't get a seat and a break after that, I'd be a casualty, sure thing." "It's your own fault for going home last night," observed the Major judiciously.

(Peter noticed that he was little older than Jenks on inspection.) "Gad, Donovan, you should have been with us at the Adelphi! It was some do, I can tell you.

And afterwards..." "Shut up, Major!" cut in Jenks.

"Remember the padre." "Oh, he's broad-minded I know, aren't you, padre?
By the way, did you ever meet old Drennan who was up near Poperinghe with the Canadians?
He was a sport, I can tell you.

Mind you, a real good chap at his job, but a white man.