"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I moaned.
"You will have to go back to the hospital," said he.
This did not suit me a bit, and I thought I had shammed too realistically.
"But, sir, I have people in England, and they'd look after me fine."
"Where do they live?"
"Derbyshire, sir."
"Hm! Can you get the best of medical attention there?"
"Why yes, sir. There is a military hospital within ten minutes' walk of my home." (It was twenty minutes by road, and an hour by car.)
"Your mother lives there?"
"Yes, sir."