“‘Send another, same colour and size, immediately—urgent.—Richard Boxall, Glen Druid House, Mid Meath, Ireland.’”
“‘Ireland’?” said the General. “That all?”
“Yes—quite enough. It’s about a coat—will you see that a special messenger takes it to the office at once?”
“I will,” said the General, rising to go. “Can I get you anything—some gruel or beef-tea?”
“No thanks—see here!”
“Yes?”
“Don’t let that fool of a red-headed boy take the message; he’s sure to make a muddle of it.”
“I’ll see to that.”
“One moment,” said Mr Boxall. “You said they were asking after me downstairs.”
“Rather!”