“You shall not abuse yourself in that way!”
“You are quite sure?” he repeated.
“Quite sure, my hero.”
“And you never cared for that cad, Ormsby? not one little bit?”
“No. Not one little bit.”
“It’s a confounded nuisance, his being laid up in your house. But he won’t go to the front. That’s one comfort. He was so stuck-up about it! To hear him talk, you would have thought he was going to run the whole war. Why don’t they send him home, instead of letting you have all the bother of an invalid in your house?”
“Oh, it’s no bother. We have two trained nurses there, who take night and day duty. I only relieve them occasionally.”
Dick grunted contemptuously.
“You’ll send him away as soon as he gets well, won’t you?”
“As soon as he is able to move, of course; but that rests with father. You know how he loves to have someone to talk with about the war.”