“Yes, certainly.”
“Then I don’t think there will be an insuperable difficulty.”
“Well, if you can arrange that, I am entirely at your disposal.”
“By the way,” said he, “if you go to the front, and especially to the Italian front, a uniform will be essential. What have you a right to wear?”
“I am a private in the Volunteers.”
He laughed.
“I think you would be shot at sight by both armies,” said he. “You would be looked upon as a rare specimen. I don’t think that would do.”
I had a happy thought.
“I am a deputy-lieutenant of Surrey,” said I. “I have the right to wear a uniform when with troops.”
“Excellent!” he cried. “Nothing could be better. Well, you will hear from me presently.”