Sylvia"s feelings about the war were confirmed by the views of the doctor who attended her. He had felt a little nervous until England had taken her place beside Russia and France, but once she had done so, the war would be over at the latest by the middle of October.
"It"s easy to see how frightened the Germans are by the way they are behaving in Belgium."
"Why, what are they doing?" Sylvia asked.
"They"ve overrun it like a pack of wolves."
"I have a sister in Brussels," she said, suddenly.
The doctor shook his head compa.s.sionately.
"But of course nothing will happen to her," she added.
The doctor hastened to support this theory; Sylvia was still very weak and he did not want a relapse brought on by anxiety. He changed the conversation by calling to Claudinette, the little girl who thought war was so lovely.
"Seen any more soldiers to-day?" he asked, jovially.
"Thousands," Claudinette declared. "Oh, _monsieur_, when shall I be able to leave the hospital? It"s terrible to be missing everything. Besides, I want to make _papa_ understand how lovely it is to march along, with everybody thinking how fine and brave it is to be a soldier. Fancy, _maman_ told me he has been invited to go back to France and that he has actually refused the invitation."
The doctor raised his eyebrows and flashed a glance at Sylvia from his bright brown eyes to express his pity for the child"s innocence.
At this point Madame Benzer intervened.
"The only thing that worries me about this war is the food: it"s bound to upset custom. People don"t order so many tarts when they"re thinking of something else. And the price of everything will go up. Luckily I"ve told my husband to lay in stores of flour and sugar. It"s a comfort to be a neutral."
The Swedish ma.s.seuse echoed Madame Benzer"s self-congratulation:
"Of course one doesn"t want to seem an egoist," she said, "but I can"t help knowing that I shall benefit. As a neutral I sha"n"t be able to go and nurse at the front, but I shall be useful in Petersburg."
"Petrograd," the doctor corrected her, with marked irritation.
"I shall never get used to the change," said the ma.s.seuse. "When do you think I shall be strong enough to begin my work again?"
The doctor shrugged his shoulders.
"November, perhaps."
"Why, the war will be over by then!" said the ma.s.seuse, indignantly.
"They"re calling for volunteers in England," Miss Savage observed to Sylvia. "I"m sure my two brothers have gone. They"ve always been mad about soldiering. They"re like you, Claudinette."
"If only I could be a _vivandiere_!" cried the child. She was unable to contain her romantic exultation at the idea, and, s.n.a.t.c.hing the doctor"s stethoscope, she marched up and down the ward, pursing her lips to a shrill "Ma.r.s.eillaise."
"Children are children," said Madame Benzer, fatly.
"It"s true," sighed the doctor.
"_She"s_ quite well again," said the ma.s.seuse, enviously.
"I love children," Sylvia exclaimed.
"Do you?" said Miss Savage. "Wait till you"ve had to teach them. You"ll hate them then!"
Claudinette"s march was interrupted by the nun on duty, who was horrified at the ward"s being used so noisily: though there were no fresh patients, the rule of stillness could not be broken like this.
Claudinette having been deprived of her bugle, went and drummed out her martial soul upon a window-pane; the doctor, who felt a little guilty, stroked his beard and pa.s.sed on.
The governess carried out her intention of having her bed moved next to Sylvia; on the first night of the change she whispered across to her in the darkness, which seemed the more intense round their beds because at the far end of the ward a lamp burned before an image of the Virgin, and, inclosed by two screens, the nun on night-duty sat in a dim, golden mist.
"Are you awake?"
Sylvia answered her in a low voice in order not to disturb the other patients; she could not bring herself to answer in a whisper, because it would have made this conversation seem surrept.i.tious.
"Hush! Don"t talk so loud. Are you a Catholic?"
"I"m nothing," said Sylvia.
"Do tell me about your life."
"We can talk about that in the morning."
"Oh no, one can"t talk secrets in the morning. I want to ask you something. Do you think that everybody in Russia will go and fight? You see, Prince Paul isn"t a soldier. You remember I told you that Prince George and Prince Paul, the two elder sons of the family, were both very handsome? Well, Prince George is in the army, but Prince Paul isn"t.
They both made love to me," she added, with a stifled giggle.
Sylvia lay silent.
"Are you shocked?"
"Neither shocked nor surprised," said Sylvia, coldly. "The n.o.bility of Russia seem to think of nothing else but making love."
"Paul gave me a book once. I"ve got it here with me in my box. It"s called The _Memories of a German Singer_. Would you like to read it?"
"That book!" Sylvia exclaimed, scornfully. "Why, it"s the filthiest book I ever read."
"You are shocked, then," the governess whispered. "I thought you"d be more broad-minded. I sha"n"t tell you now about Prince Paul. He makes love divinely. He said it was so thrilling to make love to somebody like me who looked so proper. I"m dreadfully afraid that when I get back I shall find he"s gone to fight. It"s awful to think how dull it will be without George or Paul. Haven"t you had any interesting love-affairs?"
"Good G.o.d!" exclaimed Sylvia, angrily. "Do you think there"s anything to be proud of in having love-affairs like yours? Do you think there"s anything fine in letting yourself be treated like a servant by a lascivious boy? You make me feel sick. How dare you a.s.sume that I should be interested in your--oh, I have no word to call it that can be even spoken in a whisper."
"You _are_ proper," the governess murmured, resentfully. "I thought girls on the stage were more broad-minded."
"Is this muttering going to continue all night?" an angry voice demanded. Farther along the ward could be heard the sound of a bed rattling with indignation.
The nun pushed back her screen, and the candle-light illumined Madame Benzer sitting up on her ample haunches.
"One must not talk," said the nun, reproachfully. "One disturbs the patients. Besides, it is against the rules to talk after the lights are put out."
"Well, please move me away from here," Sylvia asked, "because if _mademoiselle_ stays here I shall have to talk."
"I"m sure I"d much rather not stay in this bed," declared Miss Savage in an injured voice. "And I was only whispering. There was no noise until _mademoiselle_ began to talk quite loudly."