"I don't wish to tell mother yet, but I will go and call Susan, dear, good Susan, and tell her to get ready."
"I hope she won't make a scene," Piers said, "I hate scenes, and I don't see what good you will do, but here goes;" and Piers took his hat and went to do his sister's bidding.
CHAPTER XVI.
"FIRE SEVEN TIMES HEATED."
Taking a circuitous route by Granby Hill, where two little urchins were waiting to scotch the wheels, the lumbering coach, of much larger proportions than the modern fly, reached the gate of the Infirmary before ten o'clock.
The coachman was very much excited by the events of the previous day, and was rather glad to have the opportunity of taking back to Clifton reliable information as to the state of the city.
He skirted the suburbs of Bedminster, and was somewhat proud of his achievement.
Joyce left Piers in the coach, and, taking Susan's arm she went into the large, gloomy entrance of the building.
Here people were standing in groups; some crying, some talking in angry tones, and the surgeons and attendants all passing to and fro, as news of those who had been wounded was hastily given to their friends.