Of course, no exchange can take place until there are a good batch to send over, and, it may be, months may pass before they happen to lay hands on enough Swedish officers to make it worth while to trouble about exchanging them." An hour later the door opened, and an officer entered, followed by a soldier with a large bowl of broth and some bread.
"I am a doctor," he said in Swedish.

"I came in to see you yesterday evening, but you were sound asleep, and that was a better medicine than any I can give; so I told the man to throw those two barrack rugs over you, and leave your food in case you should wake, which did not seem to me likely.

I see, however, that you did wake," and he pointed to the plate.
"That was not till this morning, doctor.

It is not an hour since I ate it." "This broth will be better for you, and I daresay you can manage another breakfast.

Sit down and take it, at once, while it is hot.
I am in no hurry." He gave an order in Russian to the soldier, who went out, and returned in a few minutes with a small wooden tub, filled with hot water.