O'Rane's gloved right hand travelled up and covered his eyes.
"I talked to him for a bit, with the result that I propose to stay with you till Thursday and then go back to Melton as a master."
He uncovered his eyes and looked at me as if to see how I should take the news.
"But how soon are you going back to France?" I asked.
He shook his head slowly.
"I told you the Army was bored with me, George. I've been invalided out."
"For a cut hand?"
He laughed sadly.
"My looks don't pity me, do they? A patriotic lady at Waterloo was quite indignant because I wasn't in uniform. I feel shaken up, George, and if you offer me a drink I shan't refuse it."