“Did the Surgeon-Major send you?” I asked.
“I volunteered.”
“Hum! I think I ought to have been asked first. This is no place for women.”
“Wherever there is nursing to be done, we can hardly be out of place,” she answered, with a determination which puzzled me.
“Theoretically,” I answered; and, seeing that she had arrived, I made a shift to find her suitable quarters and get her to work.
“Have you any serious cases?” she asked, while unpacking and setting out for my inspection sundry stores she had brought.
“I have Boulson again,” I answered. “The man you had in the spring.”
She buried her head in the case, and did not answer for some seconds.
When at length she did speak, her voice was indifferent and careless.
“Badly hurt?” she asked.