He saluted the General respectfully and glanced across the room towards where Thomson was at work.

If he recognised him, however, he made no sign.
"Well, Granet," the General inquired, "how are you getting on ?" "Wonderfully, sir," was the brisk reply.

"I have seen my own doctor this morning and he thinks I might come up before the Board on Saturday." "And what does that mean ?" "I want to get back again, sir," Granet replied eagerly.
The General stroked his grey moustache and looked searchingly at the young officer.

He was standing full in the light of a ray of sunshine which came streaming through the high, uncurtained windows.

Although he was still a little haggard, his eyes were bright, his lips were parted in an anticipatory smile, his whole expression was engaging.