"Wot"s that you say, Jock?" said a c.o.c.kney voice to his left.
"I was obsairvin"," said the other, "that Number Twenty-sax is occupied this mornin"."
"Ow yus, so it is. I was "oping as "ow me pal the Duke of Mudturtle would buy the plice next to mine. But he don"t look a bad cove, wot you can see under "is farncy "ead-dress."
"I dinna think he can be o" the airmy. His skin"s as pale as a la.s.sie in love."
"In the army, Jock? Don"t hinsult "im. "E"s one of the "eroes of the "ome front--hindispensibles, they calls "em."
"Weel, weel, noo," expostulated the Scot, "dinna tak" ower muckle for granted. We canna a" gang tae the war, or wha wud bide at hame an" mak the whusky?"
"By Gar!" said a third patient opposite, sitting up suddenly and speaking in the disjointed but strangely musical dialect of the French-Canadian, "she is a wise feller, dis Scoachie."
"Bonn swoir, Frenchy," said the c.o.c.kney graciously. ""Ow alley you mantenongs?"
"Verra good, Tommee. How is de G.o.dam bow bells?"
"Well, the last toime I sees me old side-kick the Lord Mayor, "e says as "ow they was took by a Canadian for a soovenir."
"Na," said the Scotsman reprovingly; "I"m thinkin" yon"s exaggerated."
"By Gar!" said the French-Canadian. "See, the orderly come now with water for shav". Back in de bush or on de long portage I shav" once, twice, perhaps tree time a month. Always before I meet my leetle girl I shav". But when I say good-bye and go to war--by gollies! de army make me for do it every day. My officier, he say, "What for you no shav" dis morning?" "Sair," I say, "I no kees de Boche--I keel him." He say noding to dat excep", "Look at you. I shav" every day. Do you preten" I doan" fight?" "Well," I say, "if de cap feets you, smoke it." And for no reason he give me tree time extra for carry de G.o.dam ration."
At this stage the arrival of wash-basins interrupted further anecdote and philosophy, and the entire ward became animated with soldiers performing their ablutions, some sitting up in bed, others on the edge of their beds, and a few so weak that they could just turn painfully on their side and wait for other hands to help.
A burst of hearty greetings told Selwyn that some one must have entered the ward, and a few minutes later he felt the presence of a nurse beside him.
"Good-morning," she said, gently touching him on the shoulder. "How is your head feeling?"
He opened his eyes and looked into the face bending over his. "I think it"s all right," he said weakly. "But, nurse, won"t you tell me how I got here?"
She dipped a cloth into a basin and bathed his hands and face.
"You were hit by a piece of shrapnel in last night"s air-raid. I wasn"t on duty when you came in, but the night-sister said you were quite delirious--though you seem ever so much better this morning, don"t you?
I"ll take your temperature, and after you"ve had some breakfast I"ll put a new dressing on your wound."
She was just going to insert the thermometer between his lips, when he stopped her with his hand. "Nurse," he said, "why was I brought here--among soldiers?"
"Because every hospital is filled to overflowing. The casualties are so heavy just now." Her voice was still kind, but there was a look of resentment in her eyes at his question.
"Please don"t misunderstand me," said Selwyn wearily. "It is only the feeling that I have no right here. This cot should be for a soldier, and I"m a civilian. I"m an American, and--and if you only knew"----
"Just a minute, now, until we get this temperature, and then you can tell me all about it."
With his lips silenced, but his doubts by no means so, he watched her move down the ward in commencement of the countless duties of her day.
She was a woman of thirty-three or thirty-four years, still young, and possessed of a womanliness that softened her whole appearance with a tranquil restfulness. But beneath her eyes and in the texture of the skin faint wrinkles were showing, thinly pencilled protests against overwork, that no treatment could ever eradicate. On the red collar of her uniform was a badge which told that she had gone to France with the first little army of Regulars in 1914.
Noting her calloused hands and the too rapid approach of life"s midsummer, Selwyn watched her, and wondered what recompense could be offered for those things. In ordinary life, given the privileges and the opportunities which she deserved, she would have been another of those glorious English women whose beauty is nearest the rose. She would have been a wife to grace any home, and as a mother her charm would have been twofold. But for more than two years incessant toil and endless suffering had been the companions of her days, and the not over-strong body was giving to the ordeal.
But as his heavy thoughts drifted slowly through this channel, he saw grinning patients who were well enough get out of bed to help her. As if she carried some magic gem of happiness, her soft voice and deft touch brought smiles to eyes that had been scorched in the flames of h.e.l.l. Men looked up, and seeing her, believed once more in life; and hope crept into their hearts. Men in the great shadowy valley murmured like a child in its sleep when a ray of morning sunshine, stealing through the curtains, plays upon its face.
And of the many things which Selwyn learned that day, one was that those ministering angels, those women of limitless spirit and sympathy, have memories of mute, unspoken grat.i.tude, beside which the proudest triumphs of the greatest beauties are but the tawdry, tinsel glory of a pantomime queen.
II.
After the nurse had taken the thermometer from Selwyn and marked his temperature on a chart which she placed beside him, breakfast was brought in, and he was propped up with pillows.
"Guid-mornin"," said the Highlander. "I hope ye"re nane the waur o" your expeerience."
"Not "im," broke in the c.o.c.kney, eating his porridge with great relish.
"It done "im good."
"I am very well," said Selwyn haltingly. "I hope my arrival did not disturb any of you last night."
At the sound of his carefully nuanced Bostonian accent there was a violent dumb-play of smoothing the hair and arranging the coats of pyjamas, while one Tommy placed a penny in his eye in lieu of a monocle.
"I was "oping," said the c.o.c.kney, with a solemn wink to the gathering, "as "ow Number 26 would be took by a toff, and, blime, if it ain"t! It were gettin" blinkin" lonesome for me with only Jock "ere and Frenchy opposite, who ain"t bad blokes in their wy, but orful crude for my likin"."
"Where did it hit ye?" asked the Scot encouragingly.
"On the head," said Selwyn, pointing to his bandage.
"Mon, mon, that"s apt to be dangerous."
"Nah then!" cried the c.o.c.kney, reaching for his temperature-chart, "we"ll open the mornink proper with the "Ymn of "Ate. In cise you don"t know the piece, m"lud, you can read it off your temperacher-ticket. Steady now--everybody got a full breath? Gow!"
With great zest all the patients who were able to sit up broke into a discordant jumble of scales as they followed the course of their temperatures up and down the chart. Gradually, one by one, they fell out and resumed their breakfast, until the Scotsman was the only one singing.
"Ye ken," he said, pausing temporarily and looking at Selwyn, "yon should be rendered wi" proper deegnity." With which explanatory comment he finished the last six notes, and solemnly replaced the chart on the ledge behind him, as if it were a copy of Handel"s _Messiah_.
The last note had hardly died away when a violent controversy broke out between a pair of Australian soldiers on one side and almost the entire ward on the other. The thing had started by one of the Anzacs venturing the modest opinion that if Britain had had a million Australian troops, they, the present gathering, would be "hoch, hoching" in Berlin (apparently a delightful prospect) instead of being cooped up in a London hospital.
The little c.o.c.kney was just going to utter a crushing sarcasm, the French-Canadian had taken in a perfectly stupendous breath, the Highlander was calmly tasting the flavour of his own reply, when the impending torrent was broken by the entrance of the chaplain, who wished every one a somewhat sanctimonious "Good-day."
"I shall read," he said, putting on a pair of gla.s.ses, "the latest _communique_ from the front. We have done very well. The news is quite good--quite good. "_This morning, on a front of three miles, after an intense artillery preparation, the Australians_""----
""OORAY!" roared the c.o.c.kney.
The gla.s.ses popped off the chaplain"s startled nose, and he just managed by a brilliant bit of juggling to rescue them before they reached the floor.
"I--I," he ventured, smiling blandly, "am delighted at your enthusiasm, but you did not let me finish. "_This morning_"--um, um, ah--"_three miles_"--um, um, yes--"_three miles, after an intense artillery preparation, the Australians_""----
""OORAY!" It was a deafening roar from the whole crowd.
""_The Australians_""----
"OORAY!"