"I could show you a nearly perfect aqueduct if you have time," said he.
"I'm afraid we ought to be starting now," said the Intelligence Officer; "over eighty miles to do yet, you see, Major."
"Do you have many casualties still?" I enquired.
"Pretty well," he answered. "The mediæval wall was superimposed upon the Roman, you'll understand."
"And is it," said I as we walked on together, "is it always as noisy as this?"
"Oh, yes—especially when there's a 'Hate' on."
"Can you sleep?"
"Oh, yes, one gets used to anything, you know. Though, strangely enough, I was disturbed last night—two of my juniors had to camp over my head, their quarters were blown up rather yesterday afternoon, and believe me, the young beggars talked and chattered so that I couldn't get a wink of sleep—had to send and order them to shut up."
"You seem to have been getting it pretty hot since I was here last," said the Intelligence Officer, waving a hand round the crumbling ruin about us.
"Fairly so," nodded the Major.