Well, I daresay I shan't be at the actual front for a week or two--but it won't be long.

We shall want every battery we've got.

Now--suppose I don't come back ?' 'Desmond!' 'For goodness' sake, don't be silly, old girl.

We've got to look at it, you know.

The death-rate of men of my age' (_men!--Desmond, a man_!) 'has gone up to about four times what it was before the war.
I saw that in one of the papers this morning.