The Englishman’s voice came faintly from the pillow—
“No matter for me—but it has been a disastrous day.”
The Prince held back the curtain.
“It was no quarrel of yours, my poor fellow,” he answered.
Matthew Bromley smiled; his careless face had changed into a look of bewildered grieving.
“You had better have gone home,” said William gently.
“It was against … the French.”
He closed his eyes and made an effort with his strength—
“I am sorry we were beaten.”