“Listen?  Listen to what?” laughed the Senior Surgeon.

From under the heavy lashes that shadowed the flaming cheeks the Soul of the Girl who was to be his peered up at the Soul of the Man who was to be hers,—­and saluted what she saw!

“Oh, my heart, sir!” whispered the White Linen Nurse.  “Oh, my heart!  My heart! my heart!”

THE END