At least he thought it was big because of the vast expanse of ceiling which he could see above the curtain rods and the sounds without, some of which seemed to come from a distance.

There was a window, too, through which he caught sight of lawns and statues and formal trees.

Just then the curtain was drawn, and there appeared a middle-aged woman dressed in white, looking very calm, very kind and very spotless, who started a little when she saw that his eyes were open and that his face was intelligent.
"Where am I ?" he asked, and was puzzled to observe that the sound of his voice seemed feeble and far away.
"In the hospital at Versailles," she answered in a pleasant voice.
"Indeed!" he murmured.

"It occurred to me that it might be Heaven or some place of the sort." "If you looked through the curtain you wouldn't call it Heaven," she said with a sigh, adding, "No, Major, you were near to 'going west,' very near, but you never got to the gates of Heaven." "I can't remember," he murmured again.
"Of course you can't, so don't try, for you see you got it in the head, a bit of shell; and a nice operation, or rather operations, they had over you.

If it wasn't for that clever surgeon--but there, never mind." "Shall I recover ?" "Of course you will.