of womanly tenderness.

But it was a long time before Paul was capable of formulating such
an opinion. It was a long time before he could formulate any opinion
at all. When not delirious or comatose, he had the devil of pleurisy
tearing at the wall of his lung like a wild cat. Only gradually did
he begin to observe and to question. That noiseless woman in coot
blue and white was a nurse. He knew that. So he must be in hospital.
But the room was much smaller than a hospital ward; and where were
the other patients? The question worried him for a whole morning.
Then there was a pink-faced man in gold spectacles, Obviously the
doctor. Then there was a sort of nurse whom he liked very much, but
she was not in uniform. Who could she be? He realized that he was
ill, as weak as a butterfly; and the pain when he coughed was
agonizing. It was all very odd. How had he come here? He remembered
walking along a dusty road in the blazing sun, his head bursting,
every limb a moving ache. He also vaguely remembered being awakened
at night by a thunder storm as he lay snugly asleep beneath a hedge.
The German Ocean had fallen down upon him. He was quite sure it was
the German Ocean, because he had fixed it in his head by repeating
"the North Sea or German Ocean." Mixing up delirious dream with
fact, he clearly remembered the green waves rearing themselves up
first, an immeasurable wall, then spreading a translucent canopy
beneath the firmament and then descending in awful deluge. He had a
confused memory of morning sunshine, of a cottage, of a
hard-featured woman, of sitting before a fire with a blanket round
his shoulders, of a toddling child smeared to the eyebrows with dirt
and treacle whom he had wanted to wash. Over and over again, lately,
he had wanted to wash that child, but it had always eluded his
efforts. Once he had thought of scraping it with a bit of hoof-iron,