“When shall I be able to see him?”
“Well, if I had any authority over him you would not see him for a week; as I have not, I think it likely enough that you will see him tomorrow.”
“I would rather wait if it would do him any harm, Doctor.”
“I don't think it will do him any harm. Beyond the fact that he will have to carry his arm in a sling for the next fortnight, I don't think he will have any trouble with it.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
The next morning Bathurst found Isobel Hannay sitting in a shady court that had been converted into a sort of general room for the ladies in the fort.
“How are you, Miss Hannay? I am glad to see you down.”
“I might repeat your words, Mr. Bathurst, for you see we have changed places. You are the invalid, and not I.”
“There is very little of the invalid about me,” he said. “I am glad to see that your face is much better than it was.”