"Porridge, gentlemen ?" He disappeared, leaving the door open and, Donovan opening a newspaper, Graham stared out of window to wait.

From the far corners came scraps of conversation, from which he gathered that Jenks and the Major were going over the doings of the night before.

He caught a word or two, and stared the harder out of window.
Outside the English country was rushing by.

Little villas, with back-gardens running down to the rail, would give way for a mile or two to fields, and then start afresh.

The fog was thin there, and England looked extraordinarily homely and pleasant.