"Not while Miss Dorland was in the room, if that's what you mean."
"Suppose anybody had listened at the door afterwards—could they have heard what was said?"
"Oh, no! The patient was very weak and spoke very low. I couldn't hear myself half she said."
"Where were you?"
"Well, I went away, because I thought they'd like to be alone. But I was in my own room with the door open between, and I was looking in most of the time. She was so ill, you see, and the old gentleman looked so frail, I didn't like to go out of earshot. In our work, you see, we often have to see and hear a lot that we don't say anything about."
"Of course, Nurse—I am sure you did quite right. Now when Miss Dorland brought the brandy up—the General was feeling very ill?"
"Yes—he had a nasty turn. I put him in the big chair and bent him over till the spasm went off. He asked for his own medicine, and I gave it to him—no, it wasn't drops—it was amyl nitrate; you inhale it. Then I rang the bell and sent the girl for the brandy."
"Amyl nitrate—you're sure that's all he had?"
"Positive; there wasn't anything else. Lady Dormer had been having strychnine injections to keep her heart going, of course, and we'd tried oxygen; but we shouldn't give him those, you know."
She smiled, competently, condescendingly.