’ ‘Then why,’ demanded Melusine, ‘did you do it?’ Gerald closed his eyes. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. He smiled tenderly. He was a little impressed by Ann Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett.