"You can go," I said to him. "You can go too," I said to the nurse. "What is your name?"
"Mrs. Walker."
"You can go, Mrs. Walker. I think I will go to sleep."
I was alone in the room. It was cool and did not smell like a hospital. The mattress was firm and comfortable and I lay without moving, hardly breathing, happy in feeling the pain lessen. After a while I wanted a drink of water and found the bell on a cord by the bed and rang it but nobody came. I went to sleep.
When I woke I looked around. There was sunlight coming in through the shutters. I saw the big armoire, the bare walls, and two chairs. My legs in the dirty bandages, stuck straight out in the bed. I was careful not to move them. I was thirsty and I reached for the bell and pushed the button. I heard the door open and looked and it was a nurse. She looked young and pretty.
"Good-morning," I said.
"Good-morning," she said and came over to the bed.
"We haven't been able to get the doctor. Ile's gone to Lake Como. No one knew there was a patient coming. What's wrong with you anyway?"
"I'm wounded. In the legs and feet and my head is hurt."
"What's your name?"
"Henry. Frederic Henry."
"I'll wash you up. But we can't do anything to the dressings until the doctor comes."
"Is Miss Barkley here?"
"No. There's no one by that name here."
"Who was the woman who cried when I came in?"
The nurse laughed. "That's Mrs. Walker. She was
