The stenographer giggled and tossed her red head: "Mrs. Baker-Bridges, if you please!"
Char looked at her typist blankly for an instant, and then recovered herself, unsmiling.
"Yes. This letter is to the Town Hall Hospital, and I wish you'd remember, Miss Collins, to—"
"I haven't got used to it meself yet," Mrs. Baker-Bridges said coyly. "A double name, too, so I suppose it's harder to remember."
"Will you make me three copies of this, please?"
"Yes, Miss Vivian."
Char dictated her letter very briskly, and avoided the use of her stenographer's name, not wishing to submit to further correction. It did not add to her complacency, during the busy days before Christmas, when her instructions were received with an affronted giggle and "Mrs. Baker-Bridges, please, Miss Vivian!"
Char was in rooms now, with the devoted Preston in attendance and occasional visits from Miss Bruce. She was working very hard, and the Christmas festivities indulged in by the Questerham Hospitals frequently required her presence as guest of honour.
Char still retained a vivid recollection of finding herself next to Dr. Prince on one of these occasions, both of them required to join in a rousing chorus of which the refrain was
"All jolly comrades we!"