The next day, Sunday, was observed by both parties as a day of rest.

About seven one of the nurses brought me a cup of coffee, and then I proceeded to dress as best I might.

So clearly did that horrid little room imprint itself on my memory that I seem to see it as I write.

The dusty bare boards, cracked and loose in places, had no pretence to any acquaintance with a scrubbing-brush, and very little with a broom.

A rickety old chest of drawers stood in one corner, presumably filled with hospital necessaries, from the very strong smell of drugs emanating from it, and from the fact that the nurses would bustle in and rummage for some desired article, giving glimpses of the confusion inside.