CHAPTER XVIII.
PEACE AFTER STORM.
"You must go to him," said Katherine.
"To whom?" asked Mollie.
She was looking very white: she had gone through a night of intense anxiety and ceaseless work. The poor fellows around were dying fast. One man after another succumbed to his wounds and to the hardships of the last battle. Those who were still living were very ill indeed. Mollie felt as if all her world were hemmed in by the shadow of death. The mysteries of life and of death were close to her, and all the trivial things of daily existence seemed miles and miles away. She raised her big and beautiful eyes now, and fixed them on Katherine's face.
"Who wants me?" she repeated.
"Major Strause," was Katherine's reply.
"I had forgotten about him," said Mollie. She put up her hand to her forehead. "Must I see him?" she asked.