His deep haggard eyes stared at his brother.

There was in them an anguish, an eagerness, scarcely human.
'Desmond!--can't you remember ?' The words were just breathed--panted.
Desmond, whose eyes had closed again, smiled faintly.
'Why, of course I can't remember.

He had his hand on your shoulder.
I just thought he was cheering you up--about something.' 'Desmond!--it was I that killed him--I could have saved him!' The boy opened his eyes.

His startled look expressed the question he had not strength to put.
Aubrey bent over the bed, speaking hurriedly--under possession.

'It was at Neuve Chapelle.