of the moving train.

"Good-bye, old chap."

"Good-bye, old man."

B---- had gone to the front. I never saw him again.

* * * * *

Three weeks later I was sitting at _déjeuner_ in the Metropole, when a
ragamuffin came in with the London papers, which had just arrived by the
leave-boat. I took up the _Times_ and looked, as one always looks
nowadays, at the obituary column. I looked again. In the same column,
one succeeding the other, I read the following:


Killed in action on 8th inst., near Givenchy, Arthur Hamilton C----
of the ---- Guards, 3rd Battalion, only child of the late Arthur C.
and of Mrs. C. of the Red House, Little Twickenham, aged 19.


Behold! I take away the desire of thine eyes with a stroke.


Killed in action on the 8th inst., while dressing a wounded soldier
under fire, Major Ronald B----, D.S.O., of the Royal Army Medical
Corps, aged 42.