sat on opposite sides and hardly talked at all.
Polly was humming idly. "Sigh no more, ladies."
Glory was in a trance. A great, bright, beautiful world had that night
swum into her view, and all her heart was yearning for it with vague and
blind aspirations. It might be a world of dreams, but it seemed more real
than reality, and when the omnibus passed the corner of Piccadilly Circus
she forgot to look at the women who were crowding the pavement.
The omnibus drew up for them at the door of the hospital, and they took
long breaths as they went up the steps.
In the corridor to the surgical ward they came upon John Storm. His head
was down and his step was long and measured, and he seemed to be trying
to pass them in his grave silence; but Glory stopped and spoke, while
Polly went on to her cubicle.
"You here so late?" she said.
He looked steadily into her face and answered, "I was sent for--some one
was dying."
"Was it little Johnnie?"
"Yes."
There was not a tear now, not a quiver of an eyelid.
"I don't think I care for this life," she said fretfully. "Death is
always about you everywhere, and a girl can never go out to enjoy herself
but----"
"It is true woman's work," said John hotly, "the truest, noblest work a
woman can have in all the world!"
"Perhaps," said Glory, swinging on her heel. "All the same----"
"Good-night!" said John, and he turned on his heel also.
She looked after him and laughed. Then with a little hard lump at her
heart she took herself off to bed.
Polly Love, in the next cubicle, was humming as she undressed:
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever.
That night Glory dreamed that she was back at Peel. She was sitting up on
the Peel hill, watching the big ships as they weighed anchor in the bay
beyond the old dead castle walls, and wishing she were going out with
them to the sea and the great cities so far away.
XV.
John Storm was sitting in his room next morning fumbling the leaves of a
book and trying to read, when a lady was announced. It was Miss Macrae,
and she came in with a flushed face, a quivering lip, and the marks of
tears in her eyes. She held his hand with the same long hand-clasp as
before, and said in a tremulous voice:
"I am ashamed of coming, and mother does not know that I am here; but I
am very unhappy, and if you can not help me----"
"Please sit down," said John Storm.
"I have come to tell you----" she sa
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