"Here," answered Miss Travers, starting up from the sofa. "I think I must have been asleep."
"Your head is hot as fire," said her sister, laying her firm white hand upon the burning forehead. "I suppose you are going to be downright ill, by way of diversion. Just understand one thing, Nellie: that doctor does not come into my house."
"What doctor?—not that I want one," asked Miss Travers, wearily.
"Dr. Pease, the post surgeon, I mean. Of course you have heard how he is mixing himself in my husband's affairs and making trouble with various people."
"I have heard nothing, Kate."
"I don't wonder your friends are ashamed to tell you. Things have come to a pretty pass, when officers are going around holding private meetings with enlisted men!"
"I hardly know the doctor at all, Kate, and cannot imagine what affairs of your husband's he can interfere with."
"It was he that put up Clancy to making the disturbance at Mr. Hayne's last night and getting into the guard-house, and tried to prove that he had a right to go there and that the captain had no right to arrest him."
"Was Clancy trying to see Mr. Hayne?" asked Miss Travers, quickly.
"How should I know?" said her sister, pettishly. "He was drunk, and probably didn't know what he was doing."