CHAPTER XIII.
GARDEN AND LAUNDRY.
"The nasty pigs!" Nurse Branscome's face, usually composed and business-like (as a nurse's should be), was aflush between honest shame and equally honest scorn.
"To be sure," said Brother Copas soothingly.

He had met her by chance in the ambulatory on her way from Brother Bonaday's rooms.
On a sudden resolve he had told her of the anonymous letter, not showing it, but conveying (delicately as he might) its substance.
"To be sure," he repeated.

"But I am thinking--" "As if I don't know your thoughts!" she interrupted vigorously.
"You are thinking that, to save scandal, I had better cease my attendance on Brother Bonaday, and hand over the case to Nurse Turner.

That I could do, of course; and if _he_ knows of it, I certainly shall.

Have you told him ?" Brother Copas shook his head.
"No.