"Begorra! they went with the angels."
... A doctor, a pot-bellied man with a kindly face and an innocent moustache, took off Brown's bandage and looked at me.
"How are things going on up there?" he asked.
"As well as might be expected," I replied.
"You look worn out," said the doctor.
"I feel worn out," I answered.
"Is it a fact that the German Crown Prince has been captured?" asked the doctor.
"Who?"
"The German Crown Prince," said the man. "A soldier who has just gone away from here vows that he saw Little Willie under escort in Loos."
"Oh, it's all bunkum," I replied. "I suppose the man has had too much rum."