She had not spent all those dreadful months in base hospitals without acquiring a keen insight into the needs of sick men.

No harm in letting him have this pretty, self-reliant girl alone to himself for a quarter of an hour.

She would then return with some broth.
"How--how are you ?" asked Kitty, inanely.
"Top-hole, considering.

Quite ready to be killed all over again." "You mustn't talk like that!" she protested.
"Only to show you I was bucking up.

Thank you for doing what you did." "I had to do it." "Most women would have run away and left me to my fate." "Not my kind." "Rather not! Your kind would risk its neck to help a stray cat.