The doctor was very hot and tired after his long visit of inspection, but highly satisfied with the number of notes he had made, and the meal passed off in animated conversation. When it was over, Dr. Franks and Hansie went through the long rows of tents in her ward--her "prize" tents she called them--and the doctor seemed much struck by the extreme poverty and misery of the inmates. In one tent two little boys were dying, and the distracted mother, when she heard the magic word "doctor," implored him to save them. She was a widow and these children were all she had. He knelt beside them and examined them with his strong and gentle hands, shaking his head. There was no hope. "Your ward is in a shocking state. But things were not as bad in the dispensary and store-rooms as you made out last night," he said to her on their way to the station. There was a touch of reproof in the kind voice. "You saw the small supply which is always kept for inspection, doctor," she answered. "It is always there and is not touched when the stores run out." His face wore a troubled look, but he said no more. When they parted at the station he said he would report on his visit, to the Governor, and Hansie laughingly replied that she would report too. "For you are a Briton and I am a Boer. General Maxwell must have _two_ reports." She found the Governor next day in the friendliest of moods and evidently satisfied when she thanked him for the improvements in her ward. He told her that the Commandant, who had been at Irene when first she came there, was going round the country to inspect all the Camps and to write reports for him. Seeing the look of intense dissatisfaction on her face, he asked whether she did not think that Commandant ----would do it well. "No, indeed," she replied. "I think I would do it a great deal better. Will you let _me_ go round to all the Camps also, to write reports for you?" She spoke in jest, but to her surprise the Governor immediately entered into the idea, saying that it would be a great help to him to know that he could rely on getting truthful reports. "You must come and see me later," he continued. "I advise you to take a few weeks' rest before you begin this tour. Is there anything else I can do for you now, or, I should say, for your people, for I have done nothing for you." "Not just now, thank you, General; but I will let you know when I am able to go round to the Camps, and when I take up my work again at Irene." Suddenly she remembered the unposted letter in her handbag. "But there _is_ something else----" She hesitated. "I have a private letter for Holland here. It contains no word about the war, but I cannot let it pass through the hands of the censor. May I ask you to send it for me? I can assure you----" "With pleasure," he broke in. "I will see that it is dispatched safely." "Thank you very much. Shall I tell you what it is about?" "Oh no; I trust you." He handed a piece of sealing-wax to her.