Where was Sandy, too?
As like as not bucketing in the hold of some Greek coaster in the Aegean.

Then I thought of my battalion somewhere on the line between Hulluch and La Bassee, hammering at the Boche, while I was five hundred miles or so inside the Boche frontier.
It was a comic reflection, so comic that it woke me up.

After trying in vain to find a way of stoking that stove, for it was a cold night, I got up and walked about the room.

There were portraits of two decent old fellows, probably Gaudian's parents.

There were enlarged photographs, too, of engineering works, and a good picture of Bismarck.
And close to the stove there was a case of maps mounted on rollers.
I pulled out one at random.