Some voice asked: what the devil were we doing filling the road with our carts at the exact moment that such-and-such a Division wished to move.
I heard Semyonov's voice, very cold, official and polite.

Then again: "Well, in God's name, hurry then! ...

taking up the road! ...

hurry, I tell you!" On we jogged again.

Trenchard's voice came to me: he had been, it might be, talking for some time.
"And so I'm not surprised, Durward, that you thought me a terrible fool to show my feelings as I've done this last fortnight.