And to bring you all this way, and in such weather!" "My sister and I," explained Endymion, "take a particular interest in his case." But the voluble officer was not so easily silenced.
"So, to be sure, I gathered." He bowed gallantly to Dorothea.

"'O woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please'-- not, of course, that I attribute any such foibles to Miss Westcote, but for the sake of the conclusion." "Can we see him ?" "Eh?
Before luncheon?
Oh, most assuredly, if you wish it.

He has been transferred to the Convalescents' Ward.

We will step across at once." He drew from his pocket a small master-key, attached by a steel chain to his belt, and blew into the wards thoughtfully while he studied the paper handed to him by Endymion.

"Quite in order, of course.