Satire; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- War work -- England -- Fiction
"I thought you were going to sit with father."
"Not yet. Besides, I want to see Miss Jones."
Char sighed patiently. At Plessing only the faithful Miss Bruce gave her
work that consideration to which she had become accustomed at the
office. She was finding Plessing almost intolerable. There were no
interviews, the telephone-bell was not allowed to ring, no one urged her
not to neglect the substantial meals which were served for her with the
greatest regularity, and Miss Jones daily assured her, with perfect
placidity, that the whole work at the office was progressing with
complete success without her.
The Director of the Midland Supply Depôt was completely shorn of her
glory.
And what was she doing, Char indignantly asked herself, while the
organization which she had practically made was thus abandoned to its
own resources?
Nothing.
She paid a purely perfunctory visit, morning and evening, to Sir Piers,
who hardly ever heard what she said to him, and had the rest of the day
at her own disposal. She had no share in the work of nursing, which was
divided between Lady Vivian and the professional nurse who had come from
London, and when she rather indignantly demanded of Dr. Prince whether
he did not think that he had better utilize her hospital experience at
Plessing, the doctor merely replied dryly: "Hospital experience, as you
call it, acquired on paper only, won't help you much here, or anybody
else either. Nurse Williams can do all that's necessary, and Sir Piers
doesn't want any one but Lady Vivian when he's awake."
"That's perfectly true," said Char sharply, "and that's why I can't help
thinking it's rather waste of time for an able-bodied woman with a
certain amount of brains to remain here unoccupied when there is so much
to be done elsewhere."
"You can take your mother for a walk every day. She is wise enough to
take an hour's exercise every afternoon, and Miss Bruce can't be much of
a companion. Besides," maliciously added the doctor, who had suffered
considerably under the Central Depôt's arbitrary interference with his
Hospital work, "it'll do you a lot of good to keep quiet for six months
or so. You've been suffering from overstrain, whether you know it or
not, and your work will be all the better for some relaxation. I assure
you, we haven't had a wrong enclosure sent us from the office since you
left."
Dr. Prince walked off very triumphantly after this parting gibe.
"Serve her right!" he thought to himself. "Conceited monkey! Perhaps I
shall get station transport for my cases properly put through now,
without her interference. Hospital experience, indeed!"
"Of course," said Char to Miss Bruce, "a country doctor is naturally
jealous of the R.A.M.C. men who've come to the fore. He's never forgiven
me for getting his Hospital run on a proper military basis."
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