"You can't go to my cabin." "And why not ?" she exclaimed, in surprise.

"Does not Miss Clinton go to your cabin ?" "No, she does not!" "But she goes to the cabins of other men who are wounded.

I have see her with my own eyes." "That's different.

They can't come to her." She looked searchingly into his eyes.
"I see," she said after a moment.

"You are in love with her." "Ridiculous," he exclaimed, scowling.
"And so you prefer to have her fix your hands.