"We know in whose hands I am," he said. "I have earned the 'right to my name,' Daisy."
Ah, that was hard to bear! harder than the surgeon's probe which had gone before. It was hard at the same time not to fall on my knees to give thanks; or to break out into a shout of glad praise. I suppose I showed nothing of it, only stood still - and pale by the side of the bed; till Mr. Thorold asked me for something, and I knew that I had been neglecting his dinner. And then I knew that I was neglecting others; and flew across to Preston, who needed my services.
"Who's that over yonder," he grumbled.
"One newly come in - wounded," I replied.
"Isn't it somebody you know?"
"It is one I used to know."
"Then you know him yet, I suppose. It is that fellow Thorold, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"What has brought him here?"
"He is wounded," I whispered.