Peter!  It was always Peter.  Peter did this.  Peter said that.  Peter thought thus.  A very large part of Harmony’s life was Peter in those days.

She was thinking of him as she waited at the gate of the hospital for Anna Gates, thinking of his shabby gray suit and unkempt hair, of his letter that she carried to Jimmy Conroy, of his quixotic proposal of the night before.  Of the proposal, most of all—­it was so eminently characteristic of Peter, from the conception of the plan to its execution.  Harmony’s thought of Peter was very tender that morning as she stood in the arched gateway out of reach of the wind from the Schneeberg.  The tenderness and the bright color brought by the wind made her very beautiful.  Little Marie, waiting across the Alserstrasse for a bus, and stamping from one foot to the other to keep warm, recognized and admired her.  After all, the American women were chic, she decided, although some of the doctors had wives of a dowdiness—­Himmel!  And she could copy the Fraulein’s hat for two Kronen and a bit of ribbon she possessed.

The presentation of the bathrobe was a success.  Six nurses and a Dozent with a red beard stood about and watched Jimmy put into it, and the Dozent, who had been engaged for five years and could not marry because the hospital board forbade it, made a speech for Jimmy in awe-inspiring German, ending up with a poem that was intended to be funny, but that made the nurses cry.  From which it will be seen that Jimmy was a great favorite.

During the ceremony, for such it was, the Germans loving a ceremony, Jimmy kept his eyes on the letter in Anna Gates’s hand and waited.  That the letter had come was enough.  He lay back in anticipatory joy, and let himself be talked over, and bathrobed, and his hair parted Austrian fashion and turned up over a finger, which is very Austrian indeed.  He liked Harmony.  The girl caught his eyes on her more than once.  He interrupted the speech once to ask her just what part of the robe she had made, and whether she had made the tassel.  When she admitted the tassel, his admiration became mixed with respect.

It was a bright day, for a marvel.  Sunlight came through the barred window behind Jimmy’s bed, and brought into dazzling radiance the pink bathrobe, and Harmony’s eyes, and fat Nurse Elisabet’s white apron.  It lay on the bedspread in great squares, outlined by the shadows of the window bars.  Now and then the sentry, pacing outside, would advance as far as Jimmy’s window, and a warlike silhouette of military cap and the upper end of a carbine would appear on the coverlet.  These events, however, were rare, the sentry preferring the shelter of the gateway and the odor of boiling onions from the lodge just inside.

The Dozent retired to his room for the second breakfast; the nurses went about the business of the ward; Dr. Anna Gates drew a hairpin from her hair and made a great show of opening the many times opened envelope.