“No, please, I shall go home, I think. Where is Nora?”
“Nora has gone home. You won't lie down a little? Then Tom shall take you in the car. You are perfectly splendid. I did not think you had it in you.”
“Oh, don't, don't,” cried the girl, a quick rush of tears coming to her eyes. “I must go, I must go. Oh, I feel terrible. I don't know what I have done. Let me go home.” She almost pushed Mrs. Waring-Gaunt from her and went out of the house and found Tom standing by the car smoking.
“Take her home, Tom,” said his wife. “She needs rest.”
“Come along, Kathleen; rest—well, rather. Get in beside me here. Feel rather rotten, eh, what? Fine bit of work, good soldier—no, don't talk—monologue indicated.” And monologue it was till he delivered her, pale, weary and spent, to her mother.
CHAPTER XIV
AN EXTRAORDINARY NURSE
“A letter for you, Nora,” said Larry, coming just in from the post office.
“From Jane!” cried Nora, tearing open the letter. “Oh, glory,” she continued. “They are coming. Let's see, written on the ninth, leaving to-morrow and arrive at Melville Station on the twelfth. Why, that's tomorrow.”