That officer, blanched to the colour of white wax, who had lost a leg after frightful haemorrhage; that other, the merest boy, whose right eye had been excised--she could not get them out of her mind, nor the stories they had told her of the actions in which they had been wounded.
'George--George!' It was a moan of misery, stifled in the darkness.
Then, suddenly, she remembered she had not said good-night to Bridget.
She had forgotten Bridget.

She had been unkind.

She got up, and sped along the passage to Bridget's room.
'Bridget!' She just opened the door.

'May I come in ?' 'Come in.' Bridget was already in bed.

In her hands was a cup of steaming chocolate which a maid had just brought her, and she was lingering over it with a face of content.
Nelly opened her eyes in astonishment.
'Did you ask for it, Bridget ?' 'I did--or rather the housemaid asked what I would have.