“Then he does come about?”
“Oh, yes,” said Nora with an exaggerated air of indifference. “He would be rather a nuisance if he were not so awfully useful and so jolly. After all, I do not see what we should have done without him.”
“Ah, a good man is Dean.”
“I had a letter from Jane this week,” continued Nora, changing the subject abruptly.
“I have not heard for two weeks,” said Larry.
“Then you have not heard about Scuddy. Poor Scuddy! But why say 'poor' Scuddy? He was doing his duty. It was a patrol party. He was scouting and ran into an enemy patrol and was instantly killed. The poor girl, Helen Brookes, I think it is.”
“Helen Brookes!” exclaimed Larry.
“Yes, Jane says you knew her. She was engaged to Scuddy. And Scallons is gone too.”
“Scallons!”
“And Smart, Frank Smart.”