She put her head close to him and whispered,
"Don't you guess why I was so madly anxious to know that you could see?"
She told him. And, from that moment, the possessor of the remembered voice faded from his memory.
Camilla went to the matron.
"I'm sorry, but I've bitten off more than I can chew. If I go on an hour longer, I'll break down. I'm due in France in a fortnight, and I must have my rest."
"I can only thank you for your self-sacrificing help," said the matron.
But, four days later, ten days before her leave had expired, Camilla appeared at the casualty clearing-station in France of which she was a Sister-in-charge.
"What the devil are you here for?" asked the amazed commanding medical officer.
"England's too full of ghosts. They scared me back to realities."
The M.O. laughed to hide his inability to understand.