But at a time like the present it will be full of interest and excitement." "You will write to us sometimes, I hope," Sir John said, when Mallett rose to leave.
"I won't promise to write often, Sir John.

I expect that we shall be generally on the move, perhaps without tents of any kind, and to write on one's knee, seated round a bivouac fire, with a dozen fellows all laughing and talking round, would be a hopeless task; but if at any time we are halted at a place where writing is possible, I will certainly do so.

I have but few friends in England--at any rate, only men, who never think of expecting a letter.

And as you are among my very oldest and dearest friends, it will be a pleasure for me to let you know how I am getting on, and to be sure that you will feel an interest in my doings." There was a warm goodbye, and all went to the door for a few last words.

Frank's portmanteau was already in the dog cart, for he had arranged to drive straight from Greendale to Chippenham, where he would dine at an hotel and then go on by the mail to Exeter.
It was three o'clock when he drove into the barracks there.