Evidently he had not been living the life of the trenches, as he looked fresh, and his cheeks were full of color.

His gray uniform, with the blue threads through it, was neat and clean, and his black pointed beard was trimmed like that of a painter with money.
"We're old comrades in war, Mr.Scott," he said, "and I'm glad, very glad to find you again.

You and Lannes left me rather abruptly that time near the Marne, but it was the only thing you could do.

If by an effort of the mind I could have sent a wireless message to you I'd have urged you to instant flight.

I hid in the bushes, in time reached one of our armies, and since then I've been a bearer of dispatches along the front.
I heard some time back that you were still alive, but my duty hitherto has kept me from seeing you.