The head-waiter ushered them unctuously to a small table set in the far corner of the room.
"I have obeyed your wishes, Sir Alfred," he announced, as they seated themselves.

"No one else will be dining anywhere near you." Sir Alfred nodded.
"Knowing how modest you soldiers are in talking of your exploits," he remarked to Granet, "I have pleaded for seclusion.

Here, in the intervals of our being served with dinner, you can spin me yarns of the Front.

The whole thing fascinates me.

I want to hear the story of your escape." They seated themselves, and Sir Alfred studied the menu for a moment through his eyeglass.