8/18 She was not the woman to let it slip. "Oh, Jack!" she said, in tones of gentle reproach, "didn't I nurse you at Wurzburg ?" "Well," Jack admitted, "you did something of the sort." "What do you mean ?" He had finished his first slice of cake; his politeness began to show signs of wearing out. "But I don't believe you cared whether I lived or died. When you had to tuck me up in bed, for instance, you did it with the grossest indifference. Ha! you have improved since that time. |