“Well, of course, sir, I’m entirely different to what ye may remember in Rangoon.”
“What?—you don’t mean to say——”
The late pongye nodded with emphasis..
“I’m now Sergeant-Major Ryan, in the second battalion of the old regiment.”
Then suddenly stepping back and lowering his voice, he added, “They think I’m me brother. Shure, I never had one. And how is yourself, sir?”
“All right; I’m a machine-gun officer attached to the Blanks.”
“And the young lady?”
“She’s a Red Cross nurse at Rouen—I saw her three months ago.”
“When next you meet will you give her my humble respects and tell her I’ve not forgotten her invitation, an’ I’m coming to the wedding?”
“And no one will be more welcome; you have our address. I’m told you’ve been in some heavy fighting?”