"Mr.Thresk, this is my wife." Now she had to turn.

She held out her right hand but she still covered her throat with her left.

She gave no sign of recognition and she did not look at her visitor.
"How do you do, Mr.Thresk ?" she said, and went on quickly, allowing him no time for a reply.

"We are in camp, you see.

You must just take us as we are.