After one glance at her eyes Dr. Marcellin was willing to tell the truth.
"It is an ugly bullet wound in his shoulder," he said.
"It is not serious?"
"Such things are always serious. Luckily, I was able to find the bullet and remove it. It was a narrow escape for him."
"Of course," she added, "I shall serve as his nurse."
"Good," he nodded.
But he added, having had some experience with fiancées as nurses:—
"Of course I shall have for a week my own nurse also; but I shall be glad of your assistance. This—er—was an accident?"
She nodded.
"He was trying to save a foolish friend from killing himself."