A Girl Named Rose Part 2

"Payday is next week."

"As I am aware. Come to the outer office in an hour's time and you will receive an advance in cash."

"Thank you. Miss Timms." Rose turned to the door and found it being opened for her; her thanks were wooden.

It was well past eleven o'clock; she sped back to the ward, gave Sister c.u.mmins a brief resume of her interview, listened with sympathy to that lady's opinion of foreigners who came borrowing the best nurses in the hospital without so much as a by-your-leave and was bidden to have her coffee before she left the ward.

"I'll have mine too," said Sister c.u.mmins gloomily, 'and just whisk throughthe routine--how far had you got? I suppose I'll be sent some featherbrained idiot. 1 could strangle that man. "

She thumped the coffee-pot down on her desk as there was a tap on the door and called 'come in' in a grudging voice.

Mr. Werdmer ter Sane came in, completely at ease.

"Sister c.u.mmins? I've come to apologise for taking your staff nurse away.Believe me, only the urgency of the situation drives me to such a drasticstep." He shot a glance at Rose's calm face.

"I dare say Nurse Comely has already explained to you..."

Sister c.u.mmins' wrath was oozing away under his charm.

"Well, it is most inconvenient but I can see that it is urgent." She waved him to the padded office chair in a corner that no one ever had time to sit in.

"Have some coffee while you tell me about it..."

Rose fetched another mug and poured the coffee as he eased himself into the chair and began his explanations; much more succinctly than Miss Timms had done and in half the time. He drank his coffee with every sign of enjoyment too, although by now it was lukewarm and tasted frightful.

"And if I might take up a few more minutes of your time? It would be useful to explain to Nurse Comely what she should bring with her."

He glanced across at Rose; he looked kind and impersonal.

"Your pa.s.sport, money, uniform, for you will be at the hospital for some time, I imagine, and whatever you wear out of uniform. Enough for three or four weeks, but I'm sure that if you forget anything Christina ter Brandt will see to it."

He got up and smiled charmingly at Sister c.u.mmins who smiled back, quite won over. When he had gone she turned to Rose, collecting mugs and putting them on the tray.

"You know, I quite envy you--he is really rather nice. We could do with a few like him in this place." As Rose reached the door, she added, "You'd better get cracking, you don't want to keep him waiting." Just for a moment she looked wistful.

"I wouldn't mind being in your shoes. Bye."

Rose balanced the tray, kicked the door open with one foot and said, "I hope I'll come back here. Sister. I'm happy on this ward. I don't suppose I'll be gone for more than a few weeks at the outside."

She had half an hour before her dinner time; she went to her room, got her case from the depths of the wardrobe and started to pack. Uniform and caps, tights and undies, dressing-gown and slippers and a cotton skirt and a handful of tops as well as a plain linen dress, sandals, makeup and a sponge bag and her rain coat.

It was time by then to go to the office and collect her money; most of her month's salary so at least she wouldn't be penniless. She put the envelope in her pocket and went along to the canteen, collected her shepherd's pie, potatoes and beans, and bore her plate to the table where her friends were already sitting.

Sadie greeted her excitedly.

"I say, Rosie, I saw him again coming out of the office--he seemed in a

hurry, but he waved. I wonder why he's here."

Rose speared some pie and added mustard.

"Well," she said slowly, 'he's here to borrow a nurse--a friend of his with

an English wife;

their small son has got a fractured skull, I don't know any details, I suppose I'll get those later. " "Later? What on earth do you mean?" She had the attention of the whole table now.

"He's borrowed me. Mind you, he didn't want me particularly, only Miss Timms

seemed to think I'd do. It's for a week or two and I'm going at threeo'clock this afternoon. Back to Amsterdam.""Rose, how absolutely marvelous. And you'll see him every day.""I don't know about that, Sadie, I'm going to look after a toddler, not accompany Mr. Werdmer ter Sane to nightclubs."

There was a little burst of laughter and then a spate of questions between gobbling their dinners with one eye on the clock. Milk pudding and strong

tea brought their meal to an end and they got up to go back on duty. OnlySadie lingered."Have fun. Rose, I wish it was me..."Rose smiled at her friend."I'm sure he wishes it was you, too, love.But Miss Timms didn't give him a chance. "Sadie brightened."Keep reminding him about me," she urged."I know I'm going to marry and settle down but I wouldn't mind one final fling."

Rose finished her packing, showered and got into a cotton jersey s.h.i.+rt waister not high fas.h.i.+on, but very simple and suitable for a journey, then she went to phone her aunt.

Aunt Millicent took the news calmly, merely hoping that her little patient would make a good recovery and voicing the opinion that travel broadened the mind and would Rose be sure and keep her money in a safe place.

"And let me know how you get on, my dear," she finished.

"We shall both be glad to hear from you; here's Maggie."

Maggie disliked the telephone; her voice, faintly apprehensive, came over the wire hesitantly.

"Take care now," she begged Rose, 'and don't eat too much of that nasty foreign food. Come back soon, love. "

Rose put the receiver back; they were dears, the pair of them, the moment she got back when she had days off she'd go and see them. She pondered the problem of ringing her stepmother and decided against it.

There was little point in it, neither she nor her new husband took any interest in her, nor she in them.

It was getting on for three o'clock; she went along to the pantry and made herself a pot of tea and sat drinking it, checking over in her mind that she had everything the might need with her. She tidied the tea things away, went to her room and collected her case and shoulder bag and crossed the street to the hospital. She was early but the Rolls was there in the forecourt with Mr. Werdmer ter Sane at the wheel. As soon as he saw her he came to meet her, took her case and put it in the boot and ushered her into the front seat.

"I don't intend to stop on the way," he informed her, his tone so friendly that she found herself agreeing at once.

"We can get a sandwich and coffee on the hovercraft. You've had lunch?"

"Yes, thank you." The shepherd's pie and milk pudding still felt solid inside her. She settled herself without fuss and sat back in the comfortable seat; she had little intention of talking and remembering his remarks to Miss Timms, she imagined that he probably felt the same. And indeed, he had nothing to say until they were clear of the last suburbs and racing towards Dover.

"This case," he began, "I'll fill in a few details. The little chap's name is Duert, he's two and four months, a healthy specimen and being sensibly brought up. He's lively and big for his age.. his father's a big man. He has a posterior fossa fracture and there is a good deal of swelling of the brain. I have operated to relieve this but there was a CSF leak and I'm worried that there might be a latent infection.

He is in the children's hospital in Amsterdam; his parents live in The Hague, but I can keep a closer eye on him if he's on my ward. He's in a side ward and you will be doing day duty, probably your free time will be curtailed for a few days; it will be made up to you later. His father is the director of a hospital in The Hague but he visits whenever he can spare a minute. His mother expects their second child within a few weeks; she's a level-headed girl and realises that there is little that she can do at the moment. That is why she begged for an English nurse; she feels that she can phone you and talk about Duert. She visits him each evening with her husband and she is convinced that he will recover. "

"And you? What do you think?" asked Rose.

"He has a very good chance but it depends largely on good nursing now.

You have nursed similar cases? "

"Oh, yes. Won't there be a language difficulty?"

"No. At least not in the hospital, the night nurse is English-speaking and so is the ward sister. I doubt if you could hold a general conversation with them, but you will find that they understand medical terms. My registrar speaks excellent English. You will have a room in the nurses' hostel and when Duert goes home I hope that you will be able to go with him until such time as Christina has got things organised."

"Christina?"

"His mother. They have a splendid nanny, not a trained nurse though, but able to take over from you once Duert is out of danger."

After that he was silent, leaving her to her own thoughts. She couldn't help but reflect that if it had been Sadie sitting beside him, he might have found something to talk about. He was treating her pleasantly enough but with, she suspected, indifference. To be expected, she told herself philosophically, after all, she was a nurse, being driven to a case by the patient's doctor; and the patient was all that they had in common.

She hadn't been on a hovercraft before; she found it exhilarating. She ate the sandwiches and drank the coffee offered her and sat composedly while Mr. Werdmer ter Sane studied the papers he drew from his brief case.

It was still light when they landed, and since the land was flat and the sky wide, she was able to see around her. She longed to ask what this was and that was, but her companion, beyond making sure that she was comfortable, had little to say. Only as they slowed to go through the lighted outskirts of Amsterdam, did he observe, "A very restful travelling companion--no girlish exclamations of delight, no endless questions about windmills and clogs, no demands to know when we should arrive. I must congratulate you, Nurse Comely."

To which she made no reply at all.

Once through the suburbs, the city took on the enchantment she had remembered from her brief visit. The sky was clear and starlit, silhouetting the gabled houses against the deep blue above, and once they were away from the main streets, there were only the street lamps reflected in the ca.n.a.l water.

She hadn't asked where they were going; she hoped just for a moment that they would go to his house first, but she was to be disappointed.

They left the quiet old streets presently and turned back into the main part of the city. A short cut, she guessed, and knew that she was right when they turned into a wide courtyard with the hospital, quite unmistakable, beyond. Mr. Werdmer ter Sane switched off the engine.

"Well, here we are," he observed quietly, and got out to open her door and usher her through the wide entrance.

There was no waiting about; he lifted a hand to the porter on duty and led the way to a row of lifts. They got out on the second floor and Rose followed silently as he trod unhurriedly a long wide corridor and through swing doors.

It was very quiet; there were wards on either side, their doors open and night lights burning and the shadowy figures of nurses going to and fro. Mr. Werdmer ter Sane tapped on a door at the end of the corridor and went in.

There was a cot in the room, barely visible in the dim light, surrounded by all the impedimenta of post-operative equipment. Sitting side by side in chairs drawn up to the cot were two people. They turned their heads as Rose and Mr. Werdmer ter Sane went in and the man got up. He was a big man, heavily built and tall, and he looked tired and very anxious.

"Sybren--you've made good time." He looked at Rose and smiled. He was good-looking and his eyes were very blue.

"And this will be our English nurse." He put out his hand and then he put a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"Chrissy, now you will be able to sleep."

The girl took her eyes from the small figure in the cot. Mrs. ter Brandt wasn't pretty, but her eyes were a lovely grey in a white face. She smiled at Rose.

"Thank you for coming." She got up and offered a hand.

"You're from St. Bride's, aren't you? The best nurse they have got, Sybren says. Little Duert will be all right now."

Rose said comfortingly, "I'm sure he will and I promise you I'll look after him, Mevrouw ter Brandt."

The two men had turned aside to talk but presently Doctor ter Brandt said, "We're going home now, darling--Sybren will take a look at Duert and explain things to..." He glanced over to Rose.

"May I call you Rose? She will come on duty in the morning and you can phone her then and come and see Duert later in the day. And I promise you we won't pull any wool over your eyes, darling."

Rose saw the look which pa.s.sed between them; loving and trusting and very understanding. It must be awful, she thought, as she wished them a calm good night.

Mr. Werdmer ter Sane closed the door.

"Now, before we find Night Sister and get you settled, let us go over the notes..." He gave her a sharp glance.

"You are not too tired? There will be a meal for you presently, but this is too good an opportunity to miss."

; He went and looked at the unconscious child, examining him gently.

"He's no worse, but he's by no means out of the wood. I want every smallest change noted and I want to be told at once. I'll give you a phone number and you are to ring me without waiting to report to the ward sister. Tell her, of course, but I want to know first. You understand?"

Rose nodded. She was tired and hungry but since Mr. Werdmer ter Sane didn't appear to be either, she supposed she would have to forget that for the time being. He began to go over the case papers with her in great detail, and when he had finished, "You understand all that.

Nurse? Have you any questions? "

"No, not at present," she told him and he turned to ring the bell by the cot.

"Night Nurse," he told her, 'while Duert and Christina are here she isn't needed. "

The girl who came in quietly was big and fair- haired and pretty. She said something to Mr. Werdmer ter Sane and smiled at Rose, who said "Hullo', and offered a hand.

"Wiebeke--Rose," he said briefly. He went on in Dutch so that Rose couldn't understand but when he had finished he said, "I was telling Wiebeke that you will be on duty at seven o'clock in the morning. She speaks English but if you have any hang-ups for heaven's sake give me a ring." He turned back tp the night nurse, saying over his shoulder, "Wait a minute, will you? I'll introduce you to Night Sister."