But meanwhile he could savour the moment, the present. There was the band and the pageantry and the dream. And that afternoon, when the passing-out ceremony was over for another year, Company Serjeant-Major Apps addressed him.
“He’s still alive an’ breathing, Mr. Ogilvie! Couldn’t never ’ave clapped eyes on you, he couldn’t! I thank you from the bottom of me ’eart for not letting me down, Mr. Ogilvie. Maybe you’ll make an officer yet. And here’s me very best wishes that you do. Sir!” His right arm cut a swathe through the air in front of Ogilvie’s nose and the hand quivered in front of his forehead. “You’ve got the makings in you, spite of all I’ve ever said. You’re not such a block’ead as some.”
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