He went on with his questions.
"Who has examined the body?" he inquired next.
Mercy answered, "The doctor attached to the French ambulance."
The German grunted in contemptuous disapproval of all Frenchmen,
and all French institutions. The Englishman seized his first
opportunity of addressing himself to Mercy once more.
"Is the lady a countrywoman of ours?" he asked, gently.
Mercy considered before she answered him. With the object she had
in view, there might be serious reasons for speaking with extreme
caution when she spoke of Grace.
"I believe so," she said. "We met here by accident. I know
nothing of her."
"Not even her name?" inquired the German surgeon.
Mercy's resolution was hardly equal yet to giving her own name
openly as the name of Grace. She took refuge in flat denial.
"Not even her name," she repeated obstinately.
The old man stared at her more rudely than ever, considered with
himself, and took the candle from the table. He hobbled back to
the bed and examined the figure laid on it in silence. The
Englishman continued the conversation, no longer concealing the
interest that he felt in the beautiful woman who stood before
him.
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