Either he has left the army or he is----" "Dead ?" she whispered.
"Let us hope," said I, "that he has left the army." "You must find out, Mr.de Gex," she said in a low voice.

"I took it for granted that my husband was alive.

It's horrible to think that he may be dead.

It alters everything, somehow.

Until I know, I shall be in a state of awful suspense.