I lost consciousness again.

When I awoke two hospital stewards carried me on a stretcher, and a field surgeon walked beside us.

I still had the picture, and not for many days did I know that it wasn't my own.
After that I forgot it--but I've already told you of that." Her eyes had not quitted my face while I spoke, though they were glistening; her mouth had weakened more than once, and a piteous little "Oh!" would come from her lips.

When I had finished she looked away from me, dropping her eyes to the floor, leaning forward intently, her hands shut between her knees.

For a long time she remained so, forgetting me.
But at last I could hear her breathe and could see the increasing rise and fall of it, so that I feared a crisis.