"What is it?"
"Regiment's going back to Riwala, thought I'd tell you so that you could wire to your missus. She's back from Kashmir, isn't she?"
"Likely she'd stay up there in the snow, isn't it? What the devil are we moving for? I hate a move, the whole place upset and everybody fussing like blazes. Lord, how Rawson will fidget, shan't have a moment's peace now, I suppose."
"What an extraordinary fellow you are, Graeme. Don't you want to go back?"
"Of course I do, no one but a fool would wish to stay here. It's the moving I hate. Gad, but I'll be glad enough, I know, to have my own house again, and be quit of the cursed Mess and my brother officers for a while."
Carson frowned.
"Why do you always sneer at the fellows, Graeme? It's no wonder they dislike you."
"I hope they do, but I don't wish to talk about them. When are we off?"
"Three days from now, Ferrers says, just in time for the races."
Graeme's face darkened.