We began to realize that we had spent far too long at the fair, but we had achieved our aim; and we knew that having left a deposit with Klaus we could be sure that he would deliver the goods we needed.
When we returned to the hospital we were told that the Head Deaconess was asking for us and that we were to go to her at once.
Henrietta grimaced.
“We shall be told that we are spending too much time on this. You’ll see. I am sure H.D. doesn’t really like the idea and is hoping it will be a failure.”
“I don’t think so. I think if she finds it really does the patients good she will be pleased.”
“Well, I wonder what she wants now.”
“We had better go and see without delay.”
She was seated behind her desk. She nodded to us as we entered and begged us to be seated.
“From time to time we have visitors to the hospital,” she began.
“They are important people, mostly doctors. Next week we shall have such a visitor very highly thought of, as are all our visitors. It is a doctor from England. Few of us here have a command of the English language and often that has proved a barrier. I wish you two to talk with our visitor, to tell him what he wants to know, if it is in your power to do so. My English, as you know, is not without its imperfections. I shall expect you to be as helpful as you can to Dr. Fenwick.”
“We shall be delighted,” I said.
Henrietta added: “It will be a pleasure.”
“I think he will be here for a few weeks. That is usually what happens. We will have a room prepared for him. Perhaps you will supervise that. You may know what he will expect; and when he arrives perhaps you would be here to greet him.”
We repeated that we should be delighted.
We were dismissed and when we were out of hearing Henrietta looked at me.
“Well, there’s a surprise,” she said. There was mischief in her eyes.
“What excitement! We are going to see an Englishman. And a highly thought of one! Fancy! A little masculine society will not be unwelcome.”
“But you have Dr. Bruckner and Dr. Kratz.”
Henrietta shrugged her shoulders.
“You may keep them.”
Thanks, but I’d rather not. You are very frivolous, Henrietta. But wait and see what this Dr. Fenwick is like before you start seeing him as the hero of your dreams. “
“I have a feeling that he is going to be handsome, charming and just what I need to enliven my days.”
“We shall see,” I said.
True to his word, Klaus produced what he called ‘the fairings’ in good time and we were delighted by the transaction.
We were busy with our tickets and numbers, and a week before Christmas the trees were put into the ward and we decorated them with candles.
The gifts were laid out and there was a good deal of enthusiasm in the ward. I was sure the idea was going to be a success.
And then Dr. Charles Fenwick arrived.
Henrietta’s premonition proved to be correct. If he was not exactly handsome, he was good-looking and certainly charming; he must have been about thirty and there was an earnestness about him which implied that he was dedicated to his work. When Henrietta and I received him, he was delighted to find two Englishwomen installed in the place, and our common nationality meant that friendship sprang up immediately.
Henrietta said it was blissful to have someone to talk to in English, and when I raised my eyebrows she added: “I mean of the masculine gender.”
He asked a great many questions about everything and he thought our Christmas plan was an excellent one. He spent a lot of time with Dr. Bruckner and Dr. Kratz, and each day went round the ward with them. He wanted to know the details of every case and the doctors compared notes; it was clear that Dr. Fenwick had a great respect for the methods employed at Kaiserwald.
He did walk with us once or twice in the forest. He thought the scenery enchanting and said he was sorry his visit would not be of long duration. He might stay six weeks at the most.
He smiled at us both as though to imply that we should be one of the reasons perhaps the main one for his regrets.
But I told him that we ourselves would be leaving in a month or so. We had been allowed to come for three months and that time was drawing to a close. It was only due to Henrietta’s connection with Miss Nightingale that we had been given permission to come at all.
“I see,” said Dr. Fenwick, ‘that they would not have expected ladies like you two to be of much use. How wrong they were! But I suppose neither of you had had any experience of nursing before. “
“None at all,” I told him.
“But Anna has a feel for the work,” said Henrietta.
“Even H.D. has noticed it and given grudging approval.”
“I realized that at once.”
He talked about the appalling conditions of hospitals throughout the world and to our shame our own country was no exception but fortunately there were places like Kaiserswerth and its subsidiaries and attempts were being made there to improve matters. He spoke of the patients, discussing their symptoms with us as Dr. Bruckner and Dr. Kratz never had, and when he went on to speak of home, I could see that he was anxious about the way events were moving.
“Is Russia still at war with Turkey?” I asked.
“We heard of it just before we left England.”
“It is rather alarming,” he said.
“When that sort of thing starts, one never knows where it will spread to. For a long time Russia has coveted the riches of Constantinople and the Sultan.”
“Thank Heaven it is all happening far from home,” said Henrietta.
Dr. Fenwick looked at her seriously.
“Wars have a habit of involving those who are far away.”
“You don’t think we shall be involved in all this nonsense?”
“I wish I could say no with conviction, but we cannot allow Russia to become too powerful. Besides, we are under obligation to the Turks.
The Prime Minister is against war. “
“Do you mean that we … in England … could be at war?”
“If the situation develops, yes. Palmerston is all for war, and the people are behind him. I don’t really like the look of things. People glorify war. To the man in the street, safely at home, it is all flag-waving and patriotic songs. It is a little different for the poor soldier. The sights I have seen … wounded … dead …”
“This is a very sombre conversation with Christmas just round the corner,” said Henrietta.
“Forgive me. I get carried away.”
He laughed, and we talked about the Christmas revelries and whether I was going to make H. D. agree that I was right.
But I felt uneasy.
However, that was all far away and here we were . Christmas time in the heart of the forest and mountains. It would be a Christmas quite different from anything we had known before.
I woke on the day with a tingling sense of excitement. There was no time to luxuriate in bed. It was five o’clock time to rise.
I looked across at Henrietta; she was fast asleep. I got out of bed and went to her. She looked very pretty with her curling hair in disarray so innocent, childlike almost. A wave of tenderness swept over me when I thought of all the hardships she had endured and how different her life was now from what it would have been had she married Lord Carlton. Yet she appeared to have no regrets. She talked a great deal about freedom. I understood, of course. I myself had the same respect for it.
“Wake up,” I said.
“And happy Christmas.”
She opened her eyes slowly and looked at me.
“Oh, leave me alone,” she wailed.
“I was having such a beautiful dream. I was in the forest and a wicked old troll came running after me. A handsome knight came riding by and was just about to rescue me. Guess who?”