Durrance would go back to the Soudan, and leave his suit unpressed.
"Well ?" Sutch looked up at the sky and down upon the flags.

Harry had foreseen that this complication was likely to occur, he had not wished that Ethne should wait.

Sutch imagined him at this very moment, lost somewhere under the burning sun, and compared that picture with the one before his eyes--the successful soldier taking his ease at his club.

He felt inclined to break his promise, to tell the whole truth, to answer both the questions which Durrance had first asked.

And again the pitiless monosyllable demanded his reply.
"Well ?" "No," said Sutch, regretfully.