Even his eyes were fixed with a blank stare on the wall opposite.
"How much did you hear ?" Grim asked him.
"I, sahib?
I am a sick man.

I have been asleep." "Dream anything ?" "As your honour pleases!" "Hospital's stuffy, isn't it?
Think you could recover health more rapidly outdoors?
Sick-leave continued of course, but--how about a little exercise ?" The Sikh's eyes twinkled.
"Sahib, you know I need exercise!" "I'll speak to the doctor for you.

In case he signs a new certificate, report to me tonight." "Atcha, Jimgrim sahib! Atcha!".