I could neither taste nor smell it; but it pleased Saniez, so I took it.
"Très bien, Capitaine, puff, puff!"
"Très bien, good. Monsieur Parker says, 'Trays beens.' Joke, ah, good joke!"
He would go away, but still watching me from a distance, would presently come back again, and placing his large hand on my shoulder, would say:
"Couche, Capitaine?" and leading me to my bed would lay me on it, and carefully tuck me in for the night.
There was a German non-commissioned officer employed in the hospital who was really a good sort. He could speak good English, having worked in English hotels before the war.
He would sometimes sit by my bed for a chat:
"Where were you wounded, Captain?" he asked one day.
"Leuze Wood on the Somme," I replied.