There is a cautious slyness about this, as if the Colonel was fishing for information; but it is too clever for Dering, who is going with a ‘Thank you, sir.’ ‘No, don’t go.’ The old man lowers his voice and makes a confession reluctantly, ‘I am--a little troubled, Dering.’ Dering knows that his master has a wandering mind, and he answers nicely, ‘Everything be all right, sir.’ ‘I’m glad of that,’ the Colonel says with relief. ‘It is pleasant to see that you have come back, Dering. Why did you go away for such a long time?’ ‘Me, sir?’ Dering is a little aggrieved. ‘I haven’t had a day off since Christmas.’ ‘Haven’t you? I thought----’ The Colonel tries to speak casually, but there is a trembling eagerness in his voice. ‘Is everything just as usual, Dering?’ ‘Yes, sir. There never were a place as changed less than this.’ ‘That’s true.’ The Colonel is appeased. ‘Thank you, Dering, for saying that.’ But next moment he has lowered his voice again. ‘Dering, there is nothing wrong, is there? Is anything happening that I am not being told about?’ ‘Not that I know of, sir.’ ‘That is what they all say, but--I don’t know.’ He stares at his old sword which is hanging on the wall. ‘Dering, I feel as if I was needed somewhere. I don’t know where it is. No one will tell me. Where is every one?’ ‘They’re all about, sir. There’s a cricket match on at the village green.’ ‘Is there?’ ‘If the wind had a bit of south in it you could hear their voices. You were a bit of a nailer at cricket yourself, sir.’ The Colonel sees himself standing up to fast ones. He is gleeful over his reminiscences. ‘Ninety-nine against Mallowfield, and then bowled off my pads. Biggest score I ever made. Mallowfield wanted to add one to make it the hundred, but I wouldn’t let them. I was pretty good at steering them through the slips, Dering! Do you remember my late cut? It didn’t matter where point stood, I got past him. You used to stand at point, Dering.’ ‘That was my grandfather, sir. If he was to be believed, he used to snap you regular at point.’ The Colonel is crestfallen, but he has a disarming smile. ‘Did he? I daresay he did. I can’t play now, but I like to watch it still.’ He becomes troubled again. ‘Dering, there’s no cricket on the green to-day. I have been down to look. I don’t understand it, Dering. When I got there the green was all dotted with them--it’s the prettiest sight and sound in England. But as I watched them they began to go away, one and two at a time; they weren’t given out, you know, they went as if they had been called away. Some of the little shavers stayed on--and then they went off, as if they had been called away too. The stumps were left lying about. Why is it?’