“Is—he—ill?” he asked, slowly.
“Yes, sir, he is. I am sure he is. I had hoped that you knew where!”
“I was not aware that he was—ill.”
“He must be—a messenger told me!”
“Could he not tell you where?”
“No, it was not a messenger that could speak.”
Colonel Masters understood. Such messengers had spoken to him many times.
“You loved him,” he said, simply.
A scarlet glow crept over her cheeks.
“I—yes. When did you see him last?”