Sergeant Lassiter got to his feet. “Well, lass, I’ve seen your fair face and assured myself that you were still alive and well. And still unmarried.” He was irrepressible. “No thanks to the Australian Army. I’ve had ten proposals a day when an Aussie is in hospital.” “Only ten? I’ll have a word with my mates. They’re slackers.” He reached out and touched my cheek, and then he was gone.