"I've had a good nap," he said.

"You should have had one.

There'll be plenty of work for us to-night by the sound of it." We turned a corner of the road through the wood and one of our own batteries jumped upon us.
"I'm glad it's not raining," I said.
"We've still some way to go," said Nikitin, sitting up.
"What a lovely evening!" Then he added, quite without apparent connexion, "Well, you're more at home amongst us all now, aren't you ?" "Yes," said I.
"I'm glad of that.

And what do you think of Andrey Vassilievitch ?" I answered: "Oh! I like him! ...

but I don't think he's happy at the war," I added.
"I want you to like him," Nikitin said.