they must be wanting me back, sir," he said naively.

The General shook his head.

"I don't want to disappoint you, young fellow," he continued, "but I
heard from your Brigadier only yesterday. He has been obliged to fill up
your place and I don't think he has room for any one on his staff."

Granet looked a little hurt.

"I thought he might have made a temporary appointment," he said
gloomily.

"This is no time to consider individuals," the General pointed out.
"What about finding you a billet at home for a time, eh? You've seen a
bit of the rough side of the war, you know."

"I'd sooner go out and dig trenches!"

Thomson had risen slowly from his place and, with a sheet of foolscap in
his hand, closely covered with writing, crossed the room.

"You might get taken prisoner again, Captain Granet," he remarked drily.

There was a moment's rather tense silence. The young man's lips had come
together, his eyes flashed.

"I did not recognise you, Major Thomson," he said calmly. "Have you
found a new billet?"

"My old one is sufficiently absorbing just at present," the other
replied laying his calculations on the General's desk. "Forgive my
interrupting you, sir, but you told me to let you have this as soon as
I had finished. That is my estimate of the number of beds we could stow
away in the cubic feet you offer us."

The General glanced at the paper and nodded.

"Don't go, Thomson," he said. "I'll talk to you about this later on.
Well, Captain Granet," he added, "you'd better leave things in my hands.
I'll do the best I can for you."

"I shall be very disappointed if I don't get out to the Front again
soon, sir," the young man declared simply.

"I'll do the best I can," the General repeated, touching his bell.

Granet was shown out and the door was closed. General Brice turned
towards his companion.

"Thomson," he said, "frankly, I can't believe it. However, we'll find
him a billet where he can't possibly do any mischief."

"If you found him a billet where I should like to see him,"
Surgeon-Major Thomson observed bitterly, "he would never do any more
mischief in this world! Any dispatches from the Front, sir?"

General Brice raised his eyebrows.

"Are you off again?" he asked.

"I am going to see that young man's General," Thomson replied. "I shall
cross over to-day and be back to-morrow night or Saturday morning."

General Brice nodded thoughtfully.

"Perhaps you are right," he assented. "Yes