From what Sir John had said, she did leave the house and go into the garden about that hour, and she certainly never returned.
He remembered all about George Lechmere now.

He had the reputation of being the best judge of cattle in the neighbourhood, and a thoroughly steady fellow, but he could see no resemblance in the shrunk and wasted face to that he remembered.
That evening both the officers and men in the hospital were carried away to the new one outside the town.

When the doctor came in before they were moved, he told Mallett that the man he had seen had recovered from his swoon.
"He was very nearly gone," he said, "but we managed to get him round, and it seems to me that he has been better since.

I don't know what he said to you or you to him, and I don't want to know; but he seems to have got something off his mind.

He is less feverish than he was, and I have really some faint hopes of pulling him through, especially as he will now be in a more healthful atmosphere." It was a comfort indeed to all the wounded when late that evening they lay on beds in the hospital marquees.