Will you step into the surgery, Miss Westcote ?" He indicated the door at which the orderly had appeared.

"Smithers will not take two minutes in fetching the prisoner; and perhaps, if you will excuse us, a visit to the hospital itself will repay your brother.
We are rather proud of our sanitation here: a glance over our arrangements--five minutes only--" Endymion, at a nod from Dorothea, permitted himself to be led away by the inexorable man.
She watched them to the end of the corridor, and had her hand on the surgery door to push it open, when a voice from below smote her ears.
"Number Two-six-seven-two to come to the surgery at once, to see visitors!" The voice rang up through the little passage behind her.

She turned; the door at the end of it stood half-open; beyond it she saw the bars of the gallery, and through these a space of whitewashed wall at the end of the ward.
She was turning again, when a babble of voices answered the orderly's announcement.

"Raoul! Raoul!" half-a-dozen were calling, and then one spoke up sharp and distinct: "Tenez, mon bonhomme, ce sera votre _gilet_, a coup sur!" A burst of laughter followed.
"C'est son _gilet_--his little Waistcoat--a chauffer la poitrine--" "Des visiteurs, dit il?
Voyons, coquin, n'y-a-t-il pas par hasard une visiteuse de la partie." "Une 'Waistcoat' par example ?--de quarante ans environ, le drap un peu rape.

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