"Conway. He's in a frantic funk. Said he'd lost you. He thought you'd gone on with me."
How awful it would be if Billy knew.
"It was my fault," she lied. "He told me to go on with you." She could hear him telling her to wait for him in the stable yard.
"I'd have come before only I didn't see him soon enough. I had an operation…. Is that a wounded man you've got there? I suppose he lost him, too?"
"He didn't know he was here."
"I see."
Then she remembered. Billy would know. Billy would tell her.
"Billy—was that boy dead when you left him! The boy in the house over there."
He was stooping to the Belgian, examining his bandages, and he didn't answer all at once. He seemed to be meditating.
"Was he?" she repeated.