"I will give you this. I found it on the battlefield."
He handed her a small leather pocketbook that was John's. It had her photograph in it and his, taken together.
* * * * *
They were putting him out of sight, under the hood of the ambulance, and she waited there when the war correspondent came up.
"Can you tell me the name of the volunteer who's been killed?"
"Conway. John Roden Conway."
"What? That man? The man who raced the Germans into Zele?"
"Yes," she said, "that man."
* * * * *
She was in John's room, packing, gathering together the things she would have to take to his father. Sutton came to her there.