She did not see Mrs.Lawrence run out of the entrance toward the field, her head bare in the icy cold, and no cloak around her delicate shoulders.

Broussard turned to meet her, and taking off his cavalry overcoat, put it around the shivering woman, and half led and half carried her as they followed the stretcher.

Then Anita knew it was Lawrence who was hurt.
Within the entrance there was an excited group of soldiers' wives.
Some said that Lawrence was only slightly hurt; others that every bone in his body was broken.

The chaplain, passing along, reassured them.
"Nothing but a few bruises and scratches," he said.

"I asked the surgeon if I was needed and he told me there was nothing doing in my line; I am going to the hospital though, to see the man's wife--it is Mrs.Lawrence.