I assure you we're glad to have you.

Won't you come in, sir?
The boys will all want to see you," and so saying the sergeant major threw wide open the door.
Nowhere is class privilege more appreciated and more jealously guarded than in the sergeants' mess.

It is the most enclusive of all military circles.

Realising this, Barry was glad to accept the invitation.

The hut was filled with sergeants in easy deshabille, smoking, lounging, playing various games.
"The chaplain, boys," announced the sergeant major, and instantly every man was on his feet, and at attention.
"It's all right, boys," said the sergeant major.