But while I peered she let me hear her voice, and a very rich one it was--almost deep in tone--the voice of a woman who would sing contralto.
"Have you really been fighting ?" she asked, in a way that was either put on, or else the expression of a more understanding sympathy than one usually provoked; for pity and admiration, and even a helpless woman's envy, might all have been discovered by an ear less critical and more charitable than mine.
"Like anything!" answered Bob, in his unaffected speech.
"Until they knocked me out," I felt bound to add, "and that, unfortunately, was before very long." "You must have been dreadfully wounded!" said Mrs.Lascelles, raising her eyes from my sticks and gazing at me, I fancied, with some intentness; but at her expression I could only guess.
"Bowled over on Spion Kop," said Bob, "and fairly riddled as he lay." "But only about the legs, Mrs.Lascelles," I explained; "and you see I didn't lose either, so I've no cause to complain.

I had hardly a graze higher up." "Were you up there the whole of that awful day ?" asked Mrs.Lascelles, on a low but thrilling note.
"I'd got to be," said I, trying to lighten the subject with a laugh.

But Bob's tone was little better.
"So he went staggering about among his men," he must needs chime in, with other superfluities, "for I remember reading all about it in the papers, and boasting like anything about having known you, Duncan, but feeling simply sick with envy all the time.

I say, you'll be a tremendous hero up here, you know! I'm awfully glad you've come.

It's quite funny, all the same.