Mrs. Whately sat in Mr. Baron's place, since he, after a night's
vigils, had retired to obtain a little sleep. "Louise," said the
lady, "you will have to begin being useful at once. You have a
disabled man on either side of you for whom you must prepare food."
"Miss Baron," said Captain Maynard gallantly, "I am already more
than reconciled to my wound. Anything that you prepare for me will
be ambrosia."
Whately frowned as he heard these words and saw the immediate
impression made by his cousin upon his brother officer; but a
warning glance from his mother led him to vie in compliments. Before
very long Maynard remarked sotto voce, "If you aid in healing the
wounds made by the Yanks, Miss Baron, who will heal the wounds YOU
make?"
"I shall not make any, sir. Such thoughts, even in jest, wound me at
this time. Please excuse me, I've had all the breakfast I wish, and
I cannot rest till I am doing something for those who are suffering
so much."
He rose instantly and drew back her chair.
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