“Dr. Martin!” Cameron laughed. “Besides, I couldn't help it.”
“Oh, I am so glad!”
“Thank you,” said Cameron.
“I mean I am so glad to see you. They told us you would be coming to join us. And now they are gone. What a pity! They will be so disappointed.”
“Who, pray, will be thus blighted?”
“Oh, the doctor I mean, and—and”—here her eyes danced mischievously—“the other nurse, of course. But you will be going west?”
“No, south, to-day, and in a few minutes. Here comes the Inspector. May I present him?”
The little nurse's snapping eyes glowed with pleasure as they ran over the tall figure of the Inspector and rested upon his fine clean-cut face. The Inspector had just made his farewell to the Sergeant preparatory to an immediate departure, but it was a full half hour before they rose from the dainty tea table where the little nurse had made them afternoon tea from her own dainty tea set.
“It makes me think of home,” said the Inspector with a sigh as he bent over the little nurse's hand in gratitude. “My first real afternoon tea in ten years.”
“Poor man!” said the nurse. “Come again.”