"How is Madam now?" the Doctor asked of Harold.
"Her head is still aching. You had better see her."
So he led the way behind the screen.
"What about resuming the journey?" he asked, after looking closely into her face.
"By rule, in the army, all must travel, and I have will enough to abide by it," she answered, wearily.
"There is no rule for you unless you are well able to follow it," he returned with a smile.
"But how could I possibly remain behind?"
"You might stay for a time at Hull, across the river."
"That won't do," she exclaimed, the tears starting. "I am better now, and can stand it very well. The worst is that my ears buzz and my head aches, but when out in the air again these will pass away."
"Don't be alarmed about the ears," said the Doctor, cheerily; "that comes from the medicine I gave to stop the chill."