It won't be France--I know that.

But there's lots else.' 'You'll break down in a week!' she said with energy.

'I had a talk about you with Seaton yesterday.' He looked at her with amusement.

For the moment, she was no longer Cicely Farrell, extravagantly dressed, but the shrewd hospital worker, who although she would accept no responsibility that fettered her goings and comings beyond a certain point, was yet, as he well knew, invaluable, as a force in the background, to both the nursing and medical staff of Carton.
'Well, what did Seaton say ?' 'That you would have another bad relapse, if you attempted yet to go to work.' 'I shall risk it.' 'That's so like you.

You never take anyone's advice.' 'On the contrary, I am the meekest and most docile of men.' She shrugged her shoulders.
'You were docile, I suppose, when Seaton begged you not to go off to the Rectory, and give yourself all that extra walking backwards and forwards to the hospital every day ?' 'I wanted a change of scene.