So I have got an appointment as surgeon in the Turkish contingent, and shall be off in an hour." "To Turkey! to the war ?" "Yes.

It's a long time since I have seen any fighting.

I am quite out of practice in gunshot wounds.

There is the medicine.

Good-bye! You will shake hands once, for the sake of our late cholera work together." Grace held out her hand mechanically across the counter, and he took it.
But she did not look into his face.