‘Did she suggest you going in for nursing?’
‘No, that was Sister Frances, the nun I worked with mostly,’ Carmel said. ‘Matron did support me, though, when she knew about it.’
‘You didn’t lose your heart to any dishy doctors then?’ Jane asked.
Carmel laughed. ‘There weren’t any. I think ugliness or at least general unattractiveness with a brusque bedside manner were the requisites for any job there.’
‘Well, I hope it’s not the case here,’ Jane said with a slight pout of discontent.
‘I thought you came to learn nursing, not hook yourself a husband?’ Sylvia said scornfully.
‘No harm in combining the two ambitions and seeing what comes first,’ Jane said with a simper.
Carmel laughed. ‘You can do all the hooking you wish,’ she said. ‘I won’t be any sort of threat to you, because I won’t be in the race.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I don’t want a husband—not now, not ever.’
The other two looked at her open-mouthed. ‘Not ever?’ Sylvia breathed.
‘You can’t honestly say you want to be an old maid all your life?’ Jane cried incredulously.
‘Oh, yes I can, because that’s exactly what I want.’
‘But why?’
Carmel shrugged. ‘Let’s just say that what I have seen of marriage, children and all so far has not impressed me one jot.’
‘Your mom and dad, I suppose?’ Sylvia asked.
‘Aye,’ Carmel said, ‘in the main, but there were others I knew who were downright unhappy. I want to be my own person without relying or depending on someone else, and to have no one leaning on me.’
‘You can’t go through life like that,’ Jane said. ‘It’s so sad and lonely-sounding.’
‘Yeah,’ Sylvia agreed. ‘And just ’cos your parents didn’t hit it off, what’s that got to do with you and your life? I mean, Carmel, if you could see mine…Fight like cat and dog, they do, and always have done, but I will be ready to take the plunge when I’m swept off my feet.’
‘And me.’
‘Well, I wish you the well of it,’ Carmel said.
‘But, Carmel—’
‘The thing is,’ Carmel said, ‘you don’t really know anything about a man until you marry him. That has been said to me countless times.’
A yawn suddenly overtook her and she gave a rueful smile. ‘Sorry, girls, I am too tired to be fit company for anyone tonight. I will have to leave my unpacking till the morning. Thank God I had the foresight to put all I would need for tonight in the bag.’
As Carmel padded down the corridor to the bathroom in her bare feet, Jane whispered to Sylvia, ‘D’you think she really means it about men and that?’
Sylvia shrugged. ‘Sounds like it, but she is only eighteen.’
‘Yeah. Likely change her mind half a dozen times yet.’
Carmel was woken the next morning by the ringing of a bell and for a moment or two was disorientated. Then the previous day and all that had happened came back to her. She felt her whole body fill with delicious anticipation and she could barely wait for the day to start.
The system of the bells had been explained to her and other new arrivals after dinner the previous evening. She knew she had twenty minutes between the first bell and the second, when she was supposed to be in the dining hall. The clock on the wall told her it was twenty to seven and she knew it would take her all her time to wash, haul something suitable and as uncreased as possible out of the suitcase, make her bed and arrive in the dining hall on time and so she slipped out of bed quickly.
The other two had barely stirred and she made straight for the bathroom, delighting in hot water straight from the tap and plenty of soap and soft towels. She was invigorated by her wash and returned to the room in a buoyant mood to see Sylvia up, while Jane still lay curled in her bed with her eyes closed.
In fact, Jane was so hard to rouse, Carmel feared they would all be late. To try to prevent this, she ended up making up Jane’s bed, to enable Jane to have time to dress herself.
‘It is good of you,’ Jane told her. ‘I’ve never been my best in the morning.’
‘You’d better work on it,’ Sylvia told her grimly. ‘Neither Carmel nor I is here to wait on you.’
‘I know. I’m sorry.’
‘Come on,’ Carmel urged. ‘Look at the time. The next bell will go any second.’
The girls scurried from the room, arriving in the dining hall just as the strains of the piercing alarm were dying away. Carmel’s stomach growled and she knew she would be glad of the breakfast, which she soon found out was thick creamy porridge with extra hot milk, and sugar to sprinkle over, followed by rounds of buttered toast and cups of strong tea.
She had never had such a breakfast, and remarked to a girl beside her that she would be the size of a house if she ate like that every day. The girl looked at Carmel’s slender figure and smiled.
‘I doubt that,’ she said. ‘I think it is more the case of keeping your strength up. From what I was told, they run every morsel of food off you. I mean, have you seen any fat nurses?’
‘No,’ Carmel had to admit, ‘And I’m too hungry anyway not to eat.’
The last of the probationary nurses were arriving that day, and for this reason the others were free until one o’clock, when they had to report to the lecture hall. Some of the girls, including Jane and Sylvia, went to the common room, but Carmel, mindful of her case not yet unpacked, was going to attend to it when the home sister hailed her.
‘Are you Carmel Duffy?’
‘Yes, Sister.’
‘The matron would like a word.’
‘Yes, Sister.’
The matron wore a dark blue dress, covered with a pure white apron. The ruff at her neck seemed as stiff as the woman itself. Her grey hair was scraped back from her head so effectively that her eyebrows rose as if she were constantly surprised. On her head was perched a starched white matron’s cap. Her eyes were piercing blue and they fastened fixedly on Carmel as she bade her sit at the other side of the desk.
‘Sister Francis thinks highly of you,’ Matron began.
What could Carmel say to that? ‘Yes, Matron,’ sounded the safest option.
‘And I have further endorsements from the matron at Letterkenny Hospital, detailing your suitability to be taken on this course, and a character reference from your parish priest.’
‘Yes, Matron.’
‘What I want to make clear to you, Miss Duffy, is that I broke the rule of interviewing you before accepting you, even so far, because of the friendship of someone in the same field as myself whose judgement I trust. You are not and will not be treated as a special case.’
‘No, Matron,’ Carmel said. ‘I truly hadn’t expected to be.’
‘As long as that is firmly understood.’
‘Oh, yes, Matron.’
‘You may go, Miss Duffy. And I am glad to see,’ she added, ‘that you have the regulation stockings and shoes.’
As Carmel scurried from the room, Catherine smiled. She knew more about Carmel