--and to suffer so, and then die like this!' and gathered him
to her, and wept over him, as his own mother might have done. The
surgeon told me of it himself. He said the hardest hearts in the tent
were touched and softened. But, it was the only time the Honourable
Jane broke down."

Garth shielded his face with his hand. His half-smoked cigarette fell
unheeded to the floor. The hand that had held it was clenched on his
knee. Dr. Rob picked it up, and rubbed the scorched spot on the carpet
carefully with his foot. He glanced towards the window. Nurse Rosemary
had turned and was leaning against the frame. She did not look at him,
but her eyes dwelt with troubled anxiety on Garth.

"I came across her several times, at different centres," continued Dr.
Rob; "but we were not in the same departments, and she spoke to me only
once. I had ridden in, from a temporary overflow sort of place where we
were dealing with the worst cases straight off the field, to the main
hospital in the town for a fresh supply of chloroform. While they
fetched it, I walked round the ward, and there in a corner was Miss
Champion, kneeling beside a man whose last hour was very near, talking
to him quietly, and taking measures at the same time to ease his pain.
Suddenly there came a crash--a deafening rush--and another crash, and
the Honourable Jane and her patient were covered with dust and
splinters. A Boer shell had gone clean through the roof just over their
heads. The man sat up, yelling with fear. Poor chap, you couldn't blame
him; dying, and half under morphine. The Honourable Jane never turned a
hair. 'Lie down, my man,' she said, 'and keep still.' 'Not here,'
sobbed the man. 'All right,' said the Honourable Jane; 'we will soon
move you.' Then she turned and saw me. I was in the most nondescript
khaki, a non-com's jacket which I had caught up on leaving the tent,
and various odds and ends of my outfit which had survived the wear and
tear of the campaign. Also I was dusty with a long gallop. 'Here,
serjeant,' she said, 'lend a hand with this poor fellow. I can't have
him disturbed just now.' That was Jane's only comment on the passing of
a shell within a few yards of her own head. Do you wonder the men
adored her? She placed her hands beneath his shoulders, and signed to
me to take him under the knees, and together we carried him round a
screen, out of the ward, and down a short passage; turning unexpectedly
into a quiet little room, with a co