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case had come down he started groaning & crying with pain in his right side and his temperature went up still more, Capt. Bird was telephoned for, & after he & Captain Crossman had been, the man was raced up to the theatre in the afternoon. I was the only V.A.D. on duty; one sister has to stay on instead of taking her off time, because Miss Burdett was away. I had a busy time looking after the man both when he went & when he came back, & in the intervals rubbing Plaster & Paris bandages & washing out lockers. When he came round he was very violent & had to be watched the whole time. He cut his fingers by throwing them against his locker; then he threw the whole locker over, scattering plates, dishes & bowls of water all over the floor, & threw to pillows at Sister Bruce.
He also talked 19 to the dozen about giving people what for, teaching them a thing or two etc.
I went to dinner with Turner at their nice house in Hampstead, I should imagine that part of London is rather lovely, but it was too dark to see much. Mr. Turner is very good-looking & obviously clever; Mrs. Turner seems clever too, but in a more practical domesticated way. The little boy Max seems likely to be quite a genius, but at present is jumping & inclined to show off. They were very nice to me; they know a little of my story from Turner. Mr. Turner showed me some lovely old books collected by his father, including a first edition of Scott's Novels, & early editions of Hooker's Ecclesiastical Policy & Burtons Anatomy of Melancholy, & one lovely copy, of which there are only three others in the world, The Vision of Piers Plowman. They asked me to come again & see them in a more leisurely fashion. After dinner we talked ghost stories. How I wish I were less of a sceptic!