Not even for the
sake of the work. And I'm a good nurse, Miss Gray. But he's as hard
as nails. And--and he sent me away."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Drusilla said gently. Hilda was a dark figure of
tragedy, as she sat there statuesquely in her blue cloak.
"You could make him see how foolish it is to refuse to have a good
worker; men may die whom I could save. He thinks that--those things
don't mean anything to me, that I am arguing from a personal
standpoint. He wouldn't think that of you."
"I'll do what I can, of course," Drusilla said slowly. She was not
sure that she wanted to get into it, but she was sorry for Hilda.
"Won't you have a cup of tea," she said impulsively, "and take off your
cloak? I am afraid I haven't seemed a bit hospitable. I was so
surprised."
Hilda gave a little laugh. "I'm not used to such courtesies--so I
didn't miss it. But I should like the tea, and something to eat with
it. I left Dr. McKenzie's hospital early this morning, and I haven't
eaten since--I didn't want anything to eat--"
She watched Drusilla curiously as she set forth the food. "It must
seem strange to you to live in a room like this.
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