Here's the order." (He threw it across the table, and Peter picked it up, noting miserably the blue legend, "Failed to Report--R.T.O., Gare du Vert.") "But don't apply to this office again.
Haven't you got a blessed department to do your own damned dirty work ?" "The A.C.G.'s away, sir," said Peter.
"On leave, I suppose.

Wish to God I were a padre, eh, Mallony?
Always on leave or in Paris, and doin' nothing in between....

Got those returns, sergeant ?...

What in hell are you waiting for, padre ?" For the first time in his life Peter had an idea of what seeing red really means.

But he mastered it by an effort, saluted without a word, and passed out.
In a confused whirl he set off for the R.T.O., and with a sinking heart reached the station, crowded with French peasantry, who had apparently come for the day to wait for the train.