“Well, wonders will never cease,” said the apparition, “and little did I think when I arranged to come down and see Bobbie, who cannot understand, poor pet, that a woman is far busier than a man in this war, that I would find an auld acquaintance here, coincidence if you like, but believe you me, my life is one mass, simply one mass of coincidences. As I was saying to Bobbums when he met me at the station, I simply cannot move a step without falling over someone I know, and when he told me Sir Harry Waring was the big noise here, of course I said, Well, there you are, Bobbie, talk of a coincidence and it’s practically my second name, for who was Bobbie billeted with a couple of years ago, though it seems fantastic to talk of a couple of years still the war has been going on more than three
