But May-day, too, was May-day; and the tides served; and, further, there was this talk about a Millennium, and whatever the Millennium might be (and nobody but the Mayor and the Vicar, unless it were Dr.Hansombody, seemed to know), it was certainly not an occasion on which women ought to be left without their natural protectors.

Even the Ambulance Corps was bound for Looe, in eight additional boats.
There would be scarce a row-boat left in the harbour, or the ladies might have pulled up to Lerryn on their own account.
The Major suspected these murmurings, yet he kept an unruffled brow: yes, even though harassed with vexations which these ladies could not guess--the possible defection of Hansombody, for instance.
It was not Hansombody's fault: but Sir Felix Felix-Williams, who owned the estate as well as the village of Lerryn, had reason to expect an addition to his family.

Dr.Hansombody could not guarantee that he might not be summoned to Pentethy, Sir Felix's mansion, at any moment.
Now, for excellent reasons--which, again, will appear--the Major could not afford to make Sir Felix an enemy at this moment.
Besides, these domestic events were the little apothecary's bread and butter.
On the other hand, the absence of a professional man must seriously discredit the role assigned to the Ambulance Corps in any engagement, however bloodless.
"You might," the Major suggested, "nominate half a dozen as deputy or assistant surgeons.

You could easily pick out those who have shown most intelligence at your lectures." "True," agreed the Doctor; "but as yet we have not, in my lectures, advanced so far as flesh-wounds.

They would know what to do, I hope, if confronted with frost-bite, snake-bite, sunstroke or incipient croup--from all of which our little expedition will be (under Providence) immune, and I have as yet confined myself to directing them, in all cases which apparently differ from these, to run to the nearest medical man." "Well, well!" sighed the Major.