His face was red with the cold and the driving mist.

He walked to the stove and unbuttoned his ulster, while the colonel put the subject of the debate before him.

The general amended the colonel's statement from time to time, but the young man only smiled tolerantly and shook his head.

Then he went to his desk and pulled a letter from a drawer.
"Colonel, I've got a letter here from Bob.

The thing doesn't seem to be moving.