“But you will be before the war is over.”
“I shall not; you are absurd, major.”
“Perhaps I am.”
“I don’t feel now as though I should be anything much longer.”
“Don’t give it up, my boy; you will be as good as new in a week or two.”
“I promised to write to Lilian.”
“Good! Do it, then.”
“I have no hopes in that quarter. We are only friends. I like her very well, but we don’t talk of anything but those socks.”
“I say, Somers, when you are a brigadier, and have made your fortune, you will want a coat of arms. Let me suggest one.”
“A coat of arms!” laughed Somers.