I watched your face as you listened to the details about my case--and I forgot the pain.

In the morning you came to see how I was, and most mornings afterwards." "I am glad that you remember," she murmured.
"I have forgotten nothing," he went on.

"I think that those ten days of convalescence out in the gardens of your villa and down by the sea were the most wonderful days I ever spent." "I love to hear you say so," she confessed.
"Out there," he continued, "the whole show was hideous from beginning to end, a ghastly, terrible drama, played out amongst all the accompaniments which make hell out of earth.

And yet the thing gripped.

The tragedy of Ypres came and I escaped from the hospital." "You were not fit to go.