... I knew that in
a moment Trenchard.... He did.... He touched my arm.
"Can you sleep?" he whispered.
"No," I answered.
"It's terribly hot, close--smell.... Are you going to sleep?"
"No," I whispered back again.
"Let us move into the corridor. It will be cooler there."
There seemed to me quite a new sound of determination and resolve in
his voice. His nervousness had left him with the daylight. He led the
way out of the carriage, turned down the little seats in the corridor,
provided cigarettes.
"It isn't much better here, but we'll have the window open. It'll get
better. This is really war, isn't it, being so uncomfortable as this?
I feel as though things were really beginning."
"Well, we shall be there to-morrow night," I answered him. "I hope
you're not going to be disappointed."
"Disappointed in what?" His voice was quite sharp as he spoke to me,
"You don't know what I want."
"I suppose you're like the rest of us. You want to see what war really
is. You want to do some good if you can.
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