He was only dozing, and opened his eyes as they came up.
"My poor boy!" Mrs.Wingfield said, struggling with her tears at the sight of his pale face, "this is sad indeed." "It is nothing very bad, mother," Vincent replied cheerfully; "nothing at all to fret about.

The wound is nothing to the injuries of most of those here.

I suppose, doctor, I can be moved at once ?" Dr.Mapleston felt his pulse.
"You are feverish, Vincent; but perhaps the best thing for you would be to get you home while you can be moved.

You will do far better there than here.

But I must speak to the surgeon in charge of you first, and hear what he says." "Yes, I think you can move him," the surgeon of the ward said.