I expect that you can do with a whisky-and-soda," he said.
Hillyard was presented to a Doctor Mayle, who was conducting a special research into the cause of an obscure fever; and to the other officers of this headquarters of a Province.

They were all young, Hillyard himself was older than any of them.
"Oh, we have got some married ones, too," said Rayne, "but they live in houses of their own like gentlefolk." "There are some Englishwomen here then ?" said Hillyard, and for an appreciable moment there was silence.

Then a shortish, square man, with a heavy moustache explained, if explanation it could be called.
"No.

They were sent off to Senaar this morning--to be out of the way.
Wiser." Hillyard asked no questions but drank his whisky-and-soda.
"I haven't seen Luttrell since we were at Oxford together," he said.
"And it's by an accident that you see him now," said Rayne.

"The Governor of Senga was thrown from his horse and killed on the spot down by the bridge there six weeks ago.