"I never thought of coming until an hour or two ago."
No more had Gwynneth: then the miracle was twofold. Her heart gave thanks. It was not afraid.
Meanwhile the crowd was carrying them gently, insensibly, but side by side, across the flagged yard to the gate.
"It's the first Sunday I've spent in town for years," observed Carlton; "you are here altogether, I believe?"
"Well, for some years, at least. I am learning to be a nurse."
And Gwynneth blushed for her conspicuous attire, just as Carlton gave a downward glance at the quaint cap on a level with his shoulder.
"So I heard," he said. "May I ask which hospital you are at?" He could recall none where the uniform was so picturesque.
"You would not know it, Mr. Carlton; it is a private hospital on Campden Hill."
They had passed through the gate, and they paused with one consent.
"Are you returning there now, Miss Gleed?"