Good-night, nurse, thanks for fetching me.' "She rose and went out, and I listened to her footsteps going down the stairs, and then drew up the blind and let in the dawn.
"I've never told that incident to any one until this evening," my nurse concluded, as she took the empty port wine glass out of my hand, and stirred the fire.

"A nurse wouldn't get many engagements if she had the reputation for making blunders of that sort." Another story that she told me showed married life more lovelit, but then, as she added, with that cynical twinkle which glinted so oddly from her gentle, demure eyes, this couple had only very recently been wed--had, in fact, only just returned from their honeymoon.
They had been travelling on the Continent, and there had both contracted typhoid fever, which showed itself immediately on their home-coming.
"I was called in to them on the very day of their arrival," she said; "the husband was the first to take to his bed, and the wife followed suit twelve hours afterwards.

We placed them in adjoining rooms, and, as often as was possible, we left the door ajar so that they could call out to one another.
"Poor things! They were little else than boy and girl, and they worried more about each other than they thought about themselves.

The wife's only trouble was that she wouldn't be able to do anything for 'poor Jack.' 'Oh, nurse, you will be good to him, won't you ?' she would cry, with her big childish eyes full of tears; and the moment I went in to him it would be: 'Oh, don't trouble about me, nurse, I'm all right.

Just look after the wifie, will you ?' "I had a hard time between the two of them, for, with the help of her sister, I was nursing them both.