I can assure you, Lieutenant Whately, that
you need have no fears about your cousin when visiting my patients."
"What's the name of the soldier of whom you speak?" Miss Lou asked
eagerly.
"He is called Yarry. I don't know any other name yet--been so busy
dressing wounds."
"Thank you," faltered the girl, rising, her face showing signs of
strong emotion.
"Oh, Louise! finish your supper," expostulated Mrs. Whately. "You
must not let these scenes take so strong a hold"--but she was out of
hearing. "I fear it's all going to be too much for her," sighed the
lady in conclusion.
Mr. Baron and his wife exchanged grim glances from the head and foot
of the table, as much as to say, "She has shaken off our control and
we are not responsible," but Ackley remarked, "I agree with you, Dr.
Borden, that it's fine to see a girl show such a spirit, and I
congratulate you that your men are capable of appreciating it. By
the way, Mrs. Whately, I have put her, with you, in charge of young
Waldo and truly hope that among us we can bring him through.
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