had been as deeply affected as any of the others by the contrast between the strong young men who had set off from Waterloo that morning and the broken bodies of those who had returned. âI can promise you, though, that the War Office will not think any emergency great enough to warrant the recruitment of women doctors. In the suffragistsâ office we have fought this battle twice and lost on each occasion. Since the generals are finding the Germans more difficult to defeat than they had expected, they console themselves by putting women to rout instead.â
âWhatâs happened, then?â demanded Kate.
âThe French have accepted us. Dr Louisa Garrett Anderson and Dr Flora Murray are already in France. They are the leaders of a Womenâs Hospital Corps which has been entirely paid for by private subscription. And the Scottish Federation has raised enough funds to equip two complete units. The first of them will be leaving for France within the next two weeks, if all goes well.â
âI want to go with it,â said Kate. She was overwhelmed by the strength of her need to become involved.
âItâs fully staffed.â Beatrice spoke with a firmness as great as her cousinâs. But her brusque comment did not prevent her from looking thoughtfully at Kate as though to estimate how far she had spoken only out of impulse. âBut thereâs still a vacancy in the second unit. We expect that to be ready in January.â
âWill you accept me?â
âYou havenât had much experience yet,â Beatrice pointed out. âBut itâs not for me to say yes or no. The surgeon whoâll be in charge of the unit has already been appointed. Youâd have to convince her that you could make yourself useful. Iâm expecting her to call at the office this afternoon with the list of equipment she wants me to provide. If youâd like to come at two oâclock ââ
âIâll be there,â said Kate. âThank you, Beatrice.â
The change in Beatrice did not go so far as to make her smile easily. She nodded as Kate in acceptance of the arrangement and advanced her lips towards Margaretâs cheek without actually touching it. Then, businesslike and matter of fact, she strode away.
âDonât rush into a decision like this, Kate,â Margaret said, putting a hand on her nieceâs arm as though that would be enough to hold her back. âItâs too important to be settled all in a minute. And I promised Brinsley Iâd look after you. Heâs fighting in order that the people he loves shall be safe. He wouldnât want you to put yourself in such danger. Besides, youâve seen for yourself how great is the need for doctors here.â
âOne doctor in France could save the work of ten in London,â Kate argued. âSuppose Brinsley were to be wounded, Aunt Margaret. One of the men I spoke to had lain for three days at Boulogne waiting for a ship. No one even changed his dressings. Could you bear to think of something like that happening to Brinsley when I might be able to prevent it? Or if not for him, for some of the others like him.â She saw Margaret shiver and guessed that her aunt was imagining not Brinsley, butRobert lying on a stretcher in a railway shed. âWhen you know, absolutely know, that something is the right thing to do, no amount of thinking about it is going to change the rightness. It isnât exactly that I
want
to go, Aunt Margaret. I donât see it as Brinsley does, as a kind of adventure. But the need is there. I have to go. Thereâs no choice.â
âIâm frightened, Kate,â said Margaret. âItâs only a few hours since we were all dancing at Blaize. And now the place is to be filled with wounded men and Brinsley has gone and you and Robert will follow him. Where is it all going to end?â
âGod knows. Do you think the Germans are as convinced