I'm absolutely certain that I shall never see you again.

Oh, I'm not morbid," he said, as I raised a protesting hand.

"You're an old soldier and know what these premonitions are.

When I came in--before I had finally made up my mind to pan out to you like this--I felt like a boy who has been made captain of the school.

But all the same, I know I shan't see you again.
So I want you to promise me two things--quite honourable and easy." "Of course, my dear fellow," said I rather tartly, for I did not like the wind-up of his sentence.