"Yes, you told me that; but I heard he might be coming home. I was afraid perhaps he was disabled."
"That's right. 'E's coming 'ome right enough. Ought to be 'ere in 'bout five minutes. 'Ope 'is dinner 'asn't spiled time I've stood 'ere talking to you."
"Well, what is the matter with him then?" I asked desperately.
"Dunno there's anything partic'lar wrong with 'im. 'E's going to get married to-morrer, if that's what you mean. 'Ope it won't be the beginning of fresh troubles for 'im. But you never know what's coming next."
I agreed that you never did.
"ELLO, WOT'S THE MATTER WITH 'IM?"
"SHELL SHOCK, I RECKON."