“It was rather hard on us,” Isobel said, “to be kept working below instead of being up there seeing what was going on. But I consider we quite did our full share towards the defense today. My hands are quite sore with sewing up the mouths of those rough bags. I think the chief honors that way lie with Mrs. Rintoul. I am sure she sewed more bags than any of us. I had no idea that you were such a worker, Mrs. Rintoul.”
“I used to be a quick worker, Miss Hannay, till lately. I have not touched a needle since I came out to India.”
“I should recommend you to keep it up. Mrs. Rintoul,” the Doctor said. “It has done you more good than all my medicines. I don't believe I have prescribed for you for the last month, and I haven't seen you looking so well since you came out.”
“I suppose I have not had time to feel ill, Doctor,” Mrs. Rintoul said, with a slight smile; “all this has been a sort of tonic.”
“And a very useful one, Mrs. Rintoul. We are all of us the better for a little stirring up sometimes.”
Captain Forster had, as usual, secured a place next to Isobel Hannay. He had been near her all day, carrying the bags as he filled them to her to sew up. Bathurst was sitting at the other end of the table, joining but little in the conversation.
“I thought Bathurst was going to faint again when the firing began, Miss Hannay,” Captain Forster said, in a low voice. “It was quite funny to see him give a little start each shot that was fired, and his face was as white as my jacket. I never saw such a nervous fellow.”
“You know he cannot help it, Captain Forster,” Isobel said indignantly. “I don't think it is right to make fun of him for what is a great misfortune.”
“I am not making fun of him, Miss Hannay. I am pitying him.”
“It did not sound like it,” Isobel said. “I don't think you can understand it, Captain Forster; it must be terrible to be like that.”