Another dozen years and I'm finished." "Possibly, except for that eternity before you." "Also," she continued, "I am even----" "Even more beautiful than you were ten years ago, at any rate to me," he broke in.
"You foolish Godfrey," she murmured, and moved a little away from him.
Just then the door opened, and Mrs.Parsons, looking very odd in a nurse's dress with the cap awry upon her grey hair, entered, carrying a bit of paper.
"The hunt I had!" she began; "that silly, new-fangled kind of a girl-clerk having stuck the paper away under the letter O--for officers, you know, Miss--in some fancy box of hers, and then gone off to tea.

Here are the names, but I can't see without my specs." At this point something in the attitude of the two struck her, something that her instincts told her was uncommon, and she stood irresolute.

Isobel stepped to her as though to take the list, and, bending down, whispered into her ear.
"What ?" said Mrs.Parsons.

"Surely I didn't understand; you know I'm getting deaf as well as blind.

Say the name again." Isobel obeyed, still in a whisper.
"_Him_!" exclaimed the old woman, "him! Our Godfrey, and you've been and let on who you were--you who call yourself a nursing Commandant?
Why, I dare say you'll be the death of him.