She ignored his question.
"Tell me," she said, "had you really a man in your platoon called Higgins?"
"Yes—but why ...?"
"And is he really like this Wentworth man?"
"Yes. But you can't have seen him."
"Only—only in a dream."
"What!"
"Oh, I know it sounds mad to you; but I had the most dreadful vivid dream about being at the front. I was being shown round the trenches by a couple of Tommies—I'd always said I wanted to see them, you know. I didn't realize ... it was awful.... One of the two Tommies was just like Mr. Wentworth, and was called Higgins. The other's name was—wait a bit—oh, yes, Grant. And then you came into it and.... Denis, don't look like that!"
"Grant?" echoed he hoarsely. "Why, it must have been.... Iso, shall I tell you what you said to me when I came round the corner of the trench?"