Then she broke into a peal of laughter.

She sat up, a moment later, wiping her eyes.
"Are you really serious, Hugh ?" she demanded.
"Absolutely," he assured her, a little coldly.
She wiped her eyes once more.
"Hugh, dear," she sighed, patting his hand, "you do so much better looking after your hospitals and your wounded than unearthing mare's-nests like this.

I don't think that you'd be a brilliant success in the Intelligence Department.

As to the War Office, well, you know what I think of them.

Captain Granet a German spy, indeed!" "Neither the War Office nor I myself," Thomson continued, "have arrived at these suspicions without some reason.