The stream was completely hidden, and so, of course, was the hospital camp beyond.

Yet through all the driving storm came a faint moan, a light pulsing of the air, which he knew to be the far throb of the great guns.
He turned impatiently away.

Why couldn't they stop at such a time?
As for himself, he would think of Julie, and a very handsome, tanned young man looking into the glass over the dresser smiled, although it was not at his own reflection.

Then he bathed his face and hands, straightened out his hair with the small pocket comb and brush that he, like most other young officers, carried, and felt as if he had been made over.
He hung up his hat and heavy overcoat, and, resuming his place on the sofa, waited until Julie should announce her readiness.

But she took more than a half-hour.