"
"I don't think it will do him any harm. Beyond the fact that he
will have to carry his arm in a sling for the next fortnight, I
don't think he will have any trouble with it."
CHAPTER XXIII.
The next morning Bathurst found Isobel Hannay sitting in a shady
court that had been converted into a sort of general room for the
ladies in the fort.
"How are you, Miss Hannay? I am glad to see you down."
"I might repeat your words, Mr. Bathurst, for you see we have
changed places. You are the invalid, and not I."
"There is very little of the invalid about me," he said. "I am glad
to see that your face is much better than it was."
"Yes, it is healing fast. I am a dreadful figure still; and
the Doctor says that there will be red scars for months, and that
probably my face will be always marked."
"The Doctor is a croaker, Miss Hannay; there is no occasion to trust
him too implicitly. I predict that there will not be any serious
scars left."
He took a seat beside her. There were two or three others in the
court, but these were upon the other side, quite out of hearing.
"I congratulate you, Mr. Bathurst," she said quietly, "on yesterday.
The Doctor has, of course, told me all about it. It can make
no difference to us who knew you, but I am heartily glad for your
sake. I can understand how great a difference it must make to you."
"It has made all the difference in the world," he replied. "No one
can tell the load it has lifted from my mind.
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