''Right in the face,'' said Nurse Spiller, speaking across my words. ''Right here, with her head.''~~
She put her hand to her cheek, close to her nose, where there was the smallest, faintest mark of crimson. My own face, of course, was swollen like a pudding; and I dare say my eye was almost black. But I said, still carefully,
''I am sorry I hurt your face. I was only so thrown, to be brought in here, as a lunatic; when all the time it was the other lady, Miss Lilly—Mrs Rivers—that was meant to come.''
Again they stood and looked me over.
''You must call us nurse when you speak to us,'' the dark one said at last. ''But between you and me, dear, we would rather you didn''t speak to us at all. We hear that much nonsense—well. Come along. You must be bathed, so that Doctor Christie may look at you. You must be put in a gown. Why, what a little