帕齐照顾的一位名为安德鲁·丹顿的伤员伤势严重，将要不久于人世了。帕齐应他的要求读起妻子写给他的信，透过文字仿佛见到这位思妇正在月下倚窗远眺，盼望着那征战沙场的丈夫早早归来。帕齐被这“同心而离居”的情感深深打动，决定冒着战火去寻找他的妻子，让他们得以见彼此最后一面……
That evening the captain joined Dr.Gys on deck."That German，Lieutenanta Elbl，"he began."Oh，is that his name？"asked Gys.
"Yes.Will he get well？"
"Certainly.What is a foot，to a man like him？But his soldiering days are past.""Perhaps that's fortunate，"returned the captain，ruminativelyb.
"When I was a boy，his father was burgomasterc—mayor—in Munich.People said he was well—to—do.The Germans are thrifty，so I suppose there's still money in the Elbl family.""Money will do much to help reconcile the man to the loss of his foot，"declared the doctor.
"Will he suffer much pain，while it is getting well？""Not if I can help it.The fellow bears pain with wonderful fortituded.When I was in Yucatan，and had to slash my face to get out the poisoned darts of the cactus，I screamed till you could have heard me a mile.And I had no anaesthetic to soothe me.Your lieutenant never whimpered or cringed with his mangled foot and he refused morphine when I operated on it.But I fooled him.I hate to see a brave man suffer.I stuck a needle just above the wound when he wasn't looking，and I've doped his medicine ever since.""Thank you，"said Carg；"he's my cousin."In the small hours of the next morning，while Patsy was on duty in the hospital section，the young Belgian became wakeful and restless.She promptly administered a sedative and sat by his bedside.After a little his pain was eased and he became quiet，but he lay there with wide open eyes.
"Can I do anything more for you？"she asked.
"If you would be so kind，"replied Andrew Denton."Well？""Please read to me some letters you will find in my pocket.I cannot read them myself，and—they will comfort me."Patsy found the packet of letters.
"The top one first，"he said eagerly."Read them all！"She opened the letter reluctantly.It was addressed in a dainty，female hand and the girl had the uncomfortable feeling that she was about to pry into personal relations of a delicate character.
"Your sweetheart？"she asked gently.
"Yes，indeed；my sweetheart and my wife."
"Oh，I see.And have you been married long？"He seemed a mere boy.
"Five months，but for the last two I have not seen her."The letters were dated at Charleroi and each one began："My darling husband."Patsy read the packet through，from first to last，her eyes filling with tears at times as she noted the rare devotion and passionate longing of the poor young wife and realized that the boyish husband was even now dying，a martyra to his country's cause.The letters were signed "Elizabeth."In one was a small photograph of a sweet，dark—eyed girl whom she instantly knew to be the bereaved wife.
"And does she still live at Charleroi？"Patsy asked.
"I hope so，mademoiselle；with her mother.The Germans now occupy the town，but you will notice the last letter states that all citizens are treated courteouslyb and with much consideration，so I do not fear for her."The reading of the letters，in conjunction with theopiatec，seemed to comfort him，for presently he fell asleep.With a heavy heart the girl left him to attend to her other patients and at three o'clock Ajo came in and joined her，to relieve the tediumd of the next three hours.The boy knew nothing of nursing，but he could help Patsy administer potions and change compresses and his presence was a distinct relief to her.
The girl was supposed to sleep from six o'clock—at whichtime she was relieved from duty—until one in the afternoon，but the next morning at eight she walked into the forward salon，where her friends were at breakfast，and sat down beside Uncle John.
"I could not sleep，"said she，"because I am so worriedover Andrew Denton.""That is foolish，my dear，"answered Mr.Merrick，affectionately patting the hand she laid in his."The doctor says poor Denton cannot recover.If you're going to take to heart all the sad incidents we encounter on this hospital ship，it will not only ruin your usefulness but destroy your happiness.""Exactly so，"agreed Gys，coming into the salon in timeto overhear this remark."A nurse should be sympathetic，but impersonally so.""Denton has been married but five months，"said Patsy."Ihave seen his wife's picture—she's a dear little girl！—and her letters to him are full of love and longing.She doesn't know，of course，of his—his accident—or that he—he—"Her voice broke with a sob she could not repress.