But she learnt as time went by, that his callousness was a thing that he put on at the same time that he tied his white apron round his waist, and rolled up his sleeves.
She was resting, after a morning of grim work, on a bench outside the hospital, struggling with clenched, quivering hands against a craving to fling herself upon the ground and sob.

And he had found her there; and had sat down beside her.
"So you wanted to see it with your own eyes," he said.

He laid his hand upon her shoulder, and she had some difficulty in not catching hold of him and clinging to him.

She was feeling absurdly womanish just at that moment.
"Yes," she answered.

"And I'm glad that I did it," she added, defiantly.
"So am I," he said.