"What do you want?" he demanded roughly.
Adopting a military manner, Fandor announced:
"Corporal Vinson, just arrived from Châlons, exchanged from the 214th, sergeant!"
"Ah! Quite so. Wait! I will show you your company."
Stretching himself, the sergeant marched to the end of the room, turned up a gas-jet, opened a book, looked through the pages slowly. His finger stopped at a name.
"Orderly!"
A man presented himself.
"Conduct Corporal Vinson to A block, second floor."
Turning to Fandor, the sergeant informed him:
"You are attached to the third of the second."