"No.... No ... Marie. No, it's dangerous. Semyonov says so. Your first day...."
He spoke in English, his voice trembling. I turned to see his face white, his eyes wide open and at the same time blind; he passionately addressed himself to Marie Ivanovna and to her alone.
But she turned impatiently.
"Why, of course, Doctor. I'm ready at once."
Trenchard put his hand on her arm.
"You are not to go—Marie, do you hear? I have a right ... I tell you, you are not to go!"
"Don't be so stupid, John," she shook off his arm. "Please, Doctor, I'm ready."
Semyonov turned to Trenchard with a smile: "Mr. (they all called him Mr. now), it will be quite well ... I will look after her."
"You ... you" (Trenchard could not control his voice), "you can't prevent shrapnel—bullets. You don't care, you...."
Semyonov's voice was sharp: "I think it better that Sister Marie Ivanovna should come with me. You understand, the rest of you.... We shall meet at dusk."