Gallipoli? Did you run across my young cousin, a lieutenant in the...? Well, he was only there two days or so, I suppose...." exactly as though she was talking about Cairo in the season.
To-day there was the Limit.
She sat two paces away from where I sit to pour out tea. Her face was kind, but inquisitive, with that brown liver-look round the eyes and a large rakish hat. She comes often, having heard of him through the padre, to see a Canadian whom she doesn't know and who doesn't want to see her.
From two places away I heard her voice piping up: "Nurse, excuse my asking, but is your cap a regulation one, like all the others?"
I looked up, and all the tea I was pouring poured over the edge. Mr. Pettitt and Captain Matthew, between us, looked down at their plates.
I put my hand to my cap. "Is anything wrong? It ought to be like the others."
She leant towards me, nodding and smiling with bonhomie, and said flatteringly, "It's so prettily put on, I thought it wa