"Why should you? You don't care about him. You don't care about me. If I was blown to bits to-morrow you wouldn't care."
He laughed his mirthless, assenting laugh.
"You don't care about people at all. You only care about their diseases and their minds and things."
"I think I care a little about the wounded."
"You don't really. Not about them. You care about getting in more of them and quicker than any other field ambulance on the front. I can't think why you're bothering about me now."
"That's why. If I'm to get in more wounded I can't have anybody in my corps who isn't fit."
"I'm fit. What's the matter with me?"
"Not much. Your body's all right. And your mind was all right till
Conway upset it. Now it's unbalanced."
"Unbalanced?"
"Just the least little bit. There's a fight going on in it between your feeling for Conway and your knowledge of him."