“Well, Windrush.” Colonel Snodgrass had greyed with age, and the whiskers that covered much of his face could not conceal the red nose that betrayed excessive drinking. “I can"t say I am pleased to see you back.”
“Yes, sir.” Jack decided to be as diplomatic as he could.
“Are you still married to that Eurasian woman?”
“Mary is still my wife, yes,” Jack said.
“I"d be obliged if you would refrain from introducing her to the other officers" wives. We have no time for such people in this regiment.”
“I am sure my wife shares your sentiments, sir,” Jack said.
“What?” Snodgrass stared at him. “Naturally, you must find accommodation outside the barracks. There is no question of you living alongside the other officers.”
“Yes, sir. I"ve taken care of that.”
“I don"t want you here, Windrush, l
