Mis Rachel was in that state of wonderment that comes to pupils at seeing their teachers rebel agains their own precepts.

The Surgeon was too much engrossed in his own affairs to pay farther heed to her.

He tapped a bell.
"Orderly," he said, to the soldier who responded, "conduct this young woman to Dr.Denslow.Inform him that she is to be with us as a nurse, and ask him to be kind enough to assign her suitable quarters.

Good afternoon, ma'am." In another office, much smaller and far less luxuriously furnished, she found Dr.Denslow, a hazel-eyed, brown-bearded man of thirty, whose shoulder-straps bore the modest bars of Captain.

The reader has already made his acquaintance.