"What do you want with me?" she answered.
"Nothing now. You have quieted me; you have stilled my evil passions. Do you want to go on stilling them? Do you want still to be an angel in the ward?"
"You are very ill, Major Strause," said Mollie. "Let me take your temperature."
She did so. His temperature was high—104°. She laid her hand on his forehead.
"You have been exciting yourself," she said. "I don't believe you have got enteric; it is just a bad chill. I am going to give you a soothing draught and a compress. Now stay perfectly quiet."
"Won't you nurse me, instead of Miss Hunt?"
"I cannot; my place is in the surgical ward."
"Can't I be moved in there?"
"No, you must not; there is too much noise, and some of the sights are— You must stay here, Major Strause. Try to control yourself, won't you?"
"If you will come to see me twice or three times a day I will. What's that?" He looked around him in a frightened way.