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The nurse led the way--tall, lithe, graceful--attired in her uniform dress of neat black stuff, with plain linen collar and cuffs, and with the scarlet cross of the Geneva Convention embroidered on her left shoulder.Pale and sad, her expression and manner both eloquently suggestive of suppressed suffering and sorrow, there was an innate nobility in the carriage of this woman's head, an innate grandeur in the gaze of her large gray eyes and in the lines of her finely proportioned face, which made her irresistibly striking and beautiful, seen under any circumstances and clad in any dress.Her companion, darker in complexion and smaller in stature, possessed attractions which were quite marked enough to account for the surgeon's polite anxiety to shelter her in the captain's room.The common consent of mankind would have declared her to be an unusually pretty woman.She wore the large gray cloak that covered her from head to foot with a grace that lent its own attractions to a plain and even a shabby article of dress.The languor in her movements, and the uncertainty of tone in her voice as she thanked the surgeon suggested that she was suffering from fatigue.Her dark eyes searched the dimly-lighted room timidly, and she held fast by the nurse's arm with the air of a woman whose nerves had been severely shaken by some recent alarm.

"You have one thing to remember, ladies," said the surgeon."Beware of opening the shutter, for fear of the light being seen through the window.For the rest, we are free to make ourselves as comfortable here as we can.Compose yourself, dear madam, and rely on the protection of a Frenchman who is devoted to you!" He gallantly emphasized his last words by raising the hand of the English lady to his lips.At the moment when he kissed it the canvas screen was again drawn aside.A person in the service of the ambulance appeared, announcing that a bandage had slipped, and that one of the wounded men was to all appearance bleeding to death.The surgeon, submitting to destiny with the worst possible grace, dropped the charming Englishwoman's hand, and returned to his duties in the kitchen.The two ladies were left together in the room.

"Will you take a chair, madam?" asked the nurse.

"Don't call me 'madam,'" returned the young lady, cordially."My name is Grace Roseberry.What is your name?"The nurse hesitated."Not a pretty name, like yours," she said, and hesitated again."Call me 'Mercy Merrick,' " she added, after a moment's consideration.

Had she given an assumed name? Was there some unhappy celebrity attached to her own name? Miss Roseberry did not wait to ask herself these questions."How can I thank you," she exclaimed, gratefully, "for your sisterly kindness to a stranger like me?""I have only done my duty," said Mercy Merrick, a little coldly."Don't speak of it.""I must speak of it.What a situation you found me in when the French soldiers had driven the Germans away! My traveling-carriage stopped; the horses seized; I myself in a strange country at nightfall, robbed of my money and my luggage, and drenched to the skin by the pouring rain! I am indebted to you for shelter in this place--I am wearing your clothes --I should have died of the fright and the exposure but for you.What return can I make for such services as these?"Mercy placed a chair for her guest near the captain's table, and seated herself, at some little distance, on an old chest in a corner of the room."May I ask you a question?" she said, abruptly.

"A hundred questions," cried Grace, "if you like." She looked at the expiring fire, and at the dimly visible figure of her companion seated in the obscurest corner of the room."That wretched candle hardly gives any light," she said, impatiently."It won't last much longer.Can't we make the place more cheerful? Come out of your corner.Call for more wood and more lights."Mercy remained in her corner and shook her head."Candles and wood are scarce things here," she answered."We must be patient, even if we are left in the dark.Tell me," she went on, raising her quiet voice a little, "how came you to risk crossing the frontier in wartime?"Grace's voice dropped when she answered the question.Grace's momentary gayety of manner suddenly left her.

"I had urgent reasons," she said, "for returning to England.""Alone?" rejoined the other."Without any one to protect you?"Grace's head sank on her bosom."I have left my only protector--my father--in the English burial-ground at Rome," she answered simply."My mother died, years since, in Canada."The shadowy figure of the nurse suddenly changed its position on the chest.She had started as the last word passed Miss Roseberry's lips.