"And in the meantime," he commented, "I gather from the newspaper the knot disentangled itself, and everything is smoothed out."
"Well, I shouldn't exactly say there were no wounded left on the battlefield!..." with a low laugh.
"I see; and you think it is for me to attend to the wounded?"
"To one of them," with significance; and then suddenly her unmanageable mouth began to twitch. Carew divined something lay beyond the remark.
"And what about the other one?"
"Well," with a little air of coyness, "I rather thought of attending to his hurt myself."
He watched her keenly for a moment, and at last she raised a pair of laughing eyes to his face.
"The only thing that's worrying me is that I may unintentionally find myself a heroine."
His low laugh was full of amusement, and his eyes grew kindlier still.
"You are evidently a most resourceful young woman. Have you made up your mind how you propose to heal him?"