Said he, "If it were lice got you into that state, you'd be crawling with them." I stood the pain and itching another couple of days, and sent for the M.O.to come to me.

As there was more light in my room, he came and had a look.

"Ah!" said he, "I thought last time it might have been that: you've got scabies.

You must leave here for X---- in the morning, and have all your bed-clothes sent round to me before you leave." [Illustration: XXIV.

_The Receiving-room: 42nd Stationary Hospital._] In the morning I broke the news gently to Madame that I was a "dirty dog," and that my bed must go for a bit to be purged, and went round to the A.P.M.to say good-bye.