“Now you can both go to sleep. I shall need you no more till morning. I shall keep an eye on him. Off you go. Good-night.”
“You will be sure to call me if I can be of service,” said Mandy.
“I shall do no such thing. I expect you to sleep. I shall look after this end of the job.”
“He is very sure of himself, is he not?” said Moira in a low tone to her sister-in-law as they passed out of the tent.
“He has a right to be,” said Mandy proudly. “He knows his work, and now I feel as if I can sleep in peace. What a blessed thing sleep is,” she added, as, without undressing, she tumbled on to the couch prepared for her.
“Is Dr. Martin very clever? I mean, is he an educated man?”
“What?” cried Mandy. “Dr. Martin what?”
“Is he very clever? Is he—an educated man?”
“Eh, what?” she repeated, yawning desperately. “Oh, I was asleep.”
“Is he clever?”