Ten minutes later she stopped by Lieutenant Martin’s room and after knocking Nona admitted her.
Nona was now on duty a part of each day, as her patient did not require a special night nurse.
The room looked very clean and comfortable, with its white bed and white walls, and some few photographs which Nona had discovered and placed around. And the patient appeared extremely cheerful and handsome.
The bandage had been removed from his head and Eugenia thought she had seldom seen anyone reveal breeding more distinctly.
He and Nona had been laughing over something the moment before she entered and Lieutenant Jack Martin’s gray eyes were still so filled with amusement, his whole expression had changed.
“Miss Davis is a great bully. You would not guess it from looking at her, would you, Madame Castaigne?”
Eugenia shook her head. “Well, if she is I am just coming to relieve you of her—oh, only for a little while.”
And Eugenia’s sudden understanding made the young man flush.
“Nona, someone named Philip Dawson has just been seeing me and says he knows you and if you are free, will you take a walk with him? I told him I rather thought it might do you good to get out of doors more. He is waiting for your answer.”
Nona hesitated an instant.