‘Do you want very much to be killed?’
And he bent his head.
‘I am frightened sometimes,’ he said, ‘I think I am going mad
in the night; even here; I see things, and hear them, over and
over again; I am afraid of doing it on purpose; of letting it
happen. . . . George would never have got like this. . . .’
‘No, George was different. I think, perhaps, it was easier for
him.’
‘Yes, George was braver than me, and now, you see, he has finished.
He has not got to go on afterwards as I must. I must go on, partly
because of George, and can you think what it will be like, Helen,
afterwards, when we are sane again, and realize what we have
been doing?’