The man who had been kneeling rose to his feet, and the two stood before her as if awaiting orders. Outside the entrance a motor ambulance arrived and drew up with throbbing engine. "The mortuary----" she began. "No--bring him here . . . out of all this." She walked across the hall and opened the door of the small room on the left of the entrance. The scent of roses greeted them: it was the room from which she had fetched her glasses early in the morning. The two men deposited the stretcher on the floor and came out, glancing at her white face as they passed. "Shall we carry on, Sister?" "What? . . . Oh, yes, please." They saluted awkwardly, and left her standing irresolute, as if dazed, in the midst of all the bustle and traffic of suffering. He had come back to her. Torps, who in life had never broken his word, was also faithful to it in death. 2 The journey across the lawn to one of the seats in the shelter of the clipped hedge of evergreens was accomplished at length. The Indiarubber Man lowered himself with a little grimace into the seat, and laid the crutches down beside him. One leg, encased in splints and bandages, was stiffly outstretched on a stool in front of him; his uniform cap--a very disreputable one, with a tarnished badge--was perched on top of the bandages that still swathed his head. "Phew!" he said; "thank you. That was a bit of a Marathon, wasn't it?" He measured the distance across the lawn with a humorous eye. "It was very good for a first attempt," said Betty, considering him professionally. "Is that leg comfortable?" "Quite, thank you." He leaned back and closed his eyes with a luxurious sigh. "'Pon my word, this is what I call cutting it pretty fat. Fancy my lolling here in the sun, and you . . . and you----" he opened his eyes, regarding her as she stood before him in her trim, nurse's uniform. "It's quite like a play, isn't it, where everything comes right in the end? Miss Betty----" "You mustn't call me that," said Betty primly. "I told you before. You must say 'Nurse.'" "Can't I say 'Nurse Betty'?" "My name is Elizabeth. If you wanted to distinguish me from other nurses you might conceivably say 'Nurse Elizabeth.' But even that's not necessary, as I'm the only nurse here at the moment." The Indiarubber Man looked cautiously round the sunlit enclosure. "True. So you are----" "And it's time for your beef-tea," added Betty severely, marching off in the direction of the distant wing. Her patient watched her slim form retreating and vanish down a green alley. "You dear," he said, "you dear!" He meditated awhile. "It's a rum world," he soliloquised. "Torps has gone. The Young Doc.'s gone. The Pay's gone."