Chapter 10: His Chance

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌⁠“I say, Davies,” I said, “how long do you think this trip will last? I’ve only got a month’s leave.”

We were standing at slanting desks in the Kiel post-office, Davies scratching diligently at his letter-card, and I staring feebly at mine.

“By Jove!” said Davies, with a start of dismay; “that’s only three weeks more; I never thought of that. You couldn’t manage to get an extension, could you?”

“I can