They hadn’t even lingered in the Common Room for a coffee and a chat with their fellow nurses, but had immediately repaired to the privacy of Felicity’s bedroom.“I don’t believe the news has leaked out yet,” Diana commented as she stubbed out the end of her cigarette and opening Felicity’s cupboard door critically surveyed the rows or clothes hanging neatly on hangers. “You’d have been bombarded with questions if it had. St. Edwin’s is slipping up, what’s happened to the news service?” she enquired with a laugh, then, not awaiting Felicity’s reply and suddenly recalled to the task in hand, exclaimed with enthusiasm: “What a wonderful collection of clothes, why, I can’t believe my eyes! Three—no, four, suits—dresses galore and even a choice of evening clothes! You lucky thing, where do you get them all?”“I had so much when I first came—a lot of things were ready for my trousseau, fashions haven’t changed so much, especially in tailor-mades—and even the dinner frocks are much the same for that matter.”
