He walked over in silence to look while Forest opened the case.

Desmond's kit, his clothes, his few books, a stained uniform, a writing-case, with a number of other miscellaneous things.
Forest spread them out on the floor, his lips trembling.

On several nights before the end Desmond had asked for him, and he had shared the Squire's watch.
'That'll do,' said the Squire presently; 'I'll look over them myself!' Forest went away.

After shutting the door he saw Elizabeth coming along the library passage, and stopped to speak to her.
'The things have just come from France, Miss,' he said in a low voice.
Elizabeth hesitated, and was turning back, when the library door opened and the Squire called her.
'Yes, Mr.Mannering.' 'Will you come here, please, a moment ?' She entered the room, and the Squire closed the door behind her, pointing mutely to the things on the floor.
The tears sprang to her eyes.

She knelt down to look at them.
'Do you remember anything about this ?' he said, holding out a little book.