And then, in the wavering light, there seemed to start out another name and date.
Radmore uttered an exclamation of sharp pain, almost of anger.

He did not want the child to see his shocked, convulsed face, but he said quickly:--"Not George?
Surely, Timmy, not _George_ ?" Timmy answered, "Then you didn't know?
Dad and Betty thought you did, but Mum thought that perhaps you didn't." "Why wasn't I told ?" asked Radmore roughly.

"I should have thought, Timmy, that you might have told me when you answered my first letter." He took the box of matches out of Timmy's hand, and himself lighting a match, went up quite close to the list of names.

Yes, it was there right enough.
"When did he, George, volunteer ?" he asked.
"On the seventh of August, two days after the War began," said Timmy simply.

"He was awfully afraid they wouldn't take him.