"They said that I was nervous and would not make a good nurse. And they are right," she added. "I am nervous. I quite screamed when I saw a poor man brought in one morning with his leg shattered. He was unconscious, and my scream awoke him, and he looked at me. Oh, I see his face still! He was dead in an hour, and I never saw anything like the reproach that was in his eyes! They haunt me. He thought I was afraid of him—and I was—and his eyes haunt me! No, I am not fit to be a nurse."
"I don't think you are," said Strause. "You are a delicate little thing, not a bit like your sister."
"Oh, Mollie is so strong—she is almost coarse," said Kitty.
"I don't think there is anything coarse about her. I wish you could have seen her the other morning. It was quite early, before daylight, and a poor chap was dying, and she sang to him."
"Oh, please don't tell me about dying people, it is so melancholy."
"May I ask, Miss Hepworth," said Strause, "why you came here at all?"
"Can't you guess?" she answered, and she flushed a very rosy red. "To be near Gavon."
"Do you see much of Captain Keith?"
"Yes, a good deal. He comes in most evenings. He has not been in yet to-night."
"You are desperately in love with him, aren't you?"