The hospital ship had gone, and there was no one visible on the wharf.

The stars were hidden, and there was a suggestion of mist on the harbour, through which the distant lights seemed to flicker.
"You're coming on, Solomon," she said mockingly.

"Never tell me you'd have dared to call on the hospital to see a nurse by night a few weeks ago! Suppose matron came round?
There is no dangerous case in my ward." "Not among the men, perhaps," said Peter mischievously.

"But, look here, about Thursday; Donovan can't go, nor Pennell, and I don't know anyone else I want to ask." "Well, I'll see if I can raise a man.

One or two of the doctors are fairly decent, or I can get a convalescent out of the officers' hospital." She had the lights behind her, and he could not see her face, but he knew she was laughing at him, and it spurred him on.