He stopped, and Luttrell came down in his pyjamas from the door of the house to him.
"Good luck," he said, and he patted the donkey's neck.

"Good luck, old man.

We'll meet in England some time." "Yes," said Hillyard.
It was not to speak these words that Harry Luttrell had risen, after wishing him good-bye the night before.

So he waited.
Luttrell was still, his hand on the little donkey's neck.
"You'll remember me to our honorary member, won't you ?" "Yes." "Don't forget." "I won't." Nor was it for this reminder, either.

So Hillyard still waited, and at last the words came, jerkily.
"One thing you said yesterday....