Mind, I'll not allow any flirting here." Rachel's face crimsoned.

"You forget yourself," she said, cuttingly; "or perhaps you have nothing to forget.

At least, man an effort to remember that I'm a lady." The bristly eyebrows straightened down to a level line over the small blue eyes, and unpleasant furrows drew themselves around the corners of his mouth.

"YOU forget," he said, "that if you enter upon these duties you are in the military service and subject to your superior officers.
You forget the necessity of the most rigid discipline, and that it is my duty to explain and enforce this." "I certainly expect to obey orders," said Rachel, a little overawed.
"You may rightly expect to," he answered with a slight sneer; "because it will be a matter of necessity--you will have to.

We must have instant and unquestioning obedience to orders here, as well as everywhere else in the Army, or it would be like a rope of sand--of no strength whatever--no strength, whatever." "I know it," answered Rachel, depressed even more by the apparition of martial law than she had been by the heat.
"And what I have been telling you is only the beginning," continued the Surgeon, noting the effect of his words, and exulting in their humbling power.