CHAPTER SIXCharles was waiting in his usual position hoping almost against hope that Isa would come to him.
He could scarcely believe it possible that she was brave enough to dress up as a nurse and go among the riff-raff he was surrounded by without being afraid.
He realised, of course, that to a certain extent her position protected her.
It would indeed be a brave man who would attack a Priest or a nurse in France.
He knew that the reason she was respected was that they themselves were often desperately in need of a nurse and they would therefore think it very unlucky if not most foolish to annoy one.
His arm was definitely better, but he still found it very difficult to move about.
He knew that it would take a long time to recover from the effect of the wound and his loss of blood
