"Oh, is that you, Major?" he said, with a faint show of interest. "I’ve come to call, you see, sooner than I expected. It’ll be a short visit," he continued grimly. "Short trip and a dull one." "Surely it’s not as bad as that," I said, as encouragingly as I could, but feeling very sick at heart as I looked down at his pale face. "Hole through the stomach," he replied weakly. "Bad enough for a start." "We’ll take you up to the hospital—I’m sure we can fix you up all right," I said, with as much assurance as I could assume. "Take me wherever you like," he replied dully; "it won’t be for long." I assisted in getting him into an ambulance, and cautioned the driver to go carefully, and after seeing the others safely transferred, sprang into a motor and followed. Imagine my surprise and chagrin when I reached the hospital to find that he had not arrived, and after due enquiry discovered that he had been taken, through some misunderstanding on the part of the ambulance driver, to Lady Danby’s hospital. We concluded it would be unsafe to move him again that night, and after ’phoning the commanding officer to give him his very best attention, proceeded with the urgent work of caring for the hundreds of others who had already arrived. In the meantime Captain Stewart was carried through the imposing portal of his new abode. As the stretcher was deposited with a slight jar upon the floor in the centre of a great hall, he opened his eyes and stared in wonder, first at the vaulted roof, then at the magnificent paintings on the walls, the stage at the far end of the hall, and last, but by no means least, at Lady Danby’s beautiful face as she leaned over him to assist him. Her golden hair, her big blue eyes and flushed cheeks, and her graceful figure were too much even for a man half dead. He gave one more helpless glance at the stage, then his gaze returned to this vision, and, closing his eyes in a sort of drowsy ecstasy, murmured: "Where’s George Cohan and the chorus?" "What does he say?" asked Lady Danby in surprise. "He takes this for a theatre, and is asking where the chorus girls are," a sprightly nurse volunteered, with keen appreciation, and not a little amused at the shocked expression on Lady Danby’s face. "Dear me," she exclaimed, "it must be one of those dreadful Canadians!" "I’m afraid he’s not quite himself at present, your ladyship," the nurse protested, scarcely able to repress a smile. Stewart opened his eyes once more and remarked coolly as Lady Danby hastened to another patient: "No—not quite all there—part shot away, excuse me." He then closed his eyes again and lay still until the orderlies removed him to his bed. The Medical Officer came to examine him, and the nurse cut away the dressings from his side. He inspected the wound very carefully and finally said: "Rifle bullet wound through the lower lobe of left lung. It might have been worse."