"So you are my brother's chum," she remarked quite unaffectedly when Kenneth had introduced the bashful Rollo. "I've heard a lot about you from Kenneth when you were at St. Cyprian's, you know. And now you are soldiers fighting for brave little Belgium."
"And what are you doing here?" asked Kenneth with a display of fraternal authority. "There are at least three British hospitals in Antwerp, I believe. I wonder why you didn't join one of these."
"I wonder why you didn't join the British army instead of enlisting in the Belgian one," retorted Thelma in mock reproof.
"For one thing, we weren't old enough," explained her brother. "For another, we saw most of the fun before our troops landed in France. It's been a rotten time, but it's well worth it."
"Yes, I am glad you were able to do your bit," agreed Thelma. "And now I'll tell you why I'm here. My friend Yvonne Résimont and I both entered as nurses, so as to be together."
"Yvonne Résimont here?" asked Kenneth.
"Yes—do you know her?"
"No; but I might have done, had Madame de la Barre not been so confoundedly pigheaded. But it's not too late now," he added.
Thelma laughed.
"I'll find her," she said.