"Send Neil, here. He knows her well, and his wife is her great
friend."
"Very well, major, I think that will be better," said the general in his
courteous, gentle voice. "You know her, Captain Fraser, and you can be
better spared."
And so it was arranged. Captain Neil telegraphed Paula to meet him at
Boulogne, and together they made the journey to London, carrying with
them sad and fearful hearts.
They found Phyllis in a little flat which her mother had taken. When
she saw them her face went white, and her hands flew to her bosom.
Speechless, and with a great fear in her wide-open brown eyes, she stood
looking from one to the other, waiting for their message. Paula went to
her and without a word put her arms round her, and held her close.
"I know, Paula," she said, putting her gently away from her. "I know
what you have to tell me. Barry is dead. My dear love is dead!" Her
voice was tender, soft and low. "Don't fear to tell me, Neil," she said.
"See, I am quite steady." She put out her hand that he might see that
there was no tremour in it.
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