But he was often afterwards to recall this moment when he made it--the silent hall, the door open upon the hot, still night, the moon just beginning to gild the dark sky, and the two men standing together, neither with a suspicion of the life-long consequences which were to spring from the casual suggestion and the careless assent.
"You are over there," said Luttrell, pointing to the other side of the hall.

He turned towards his own quarters, but a question from Hillyard arrested him.
"What about that message for me ?" "I know nothing about it," Luttrell answered, "beyond what I wrote.

The telegram came from Khartum.

No doubt they can tell you more at Government House.

Good night!".