Mrs Ramsay fusses over the Sergeant the entire way to the asylum, taking his hands in hers only to drop them so she can brush invisible dust from his jacket, or knee, then taking his hands again.

"We all thought you were dead..." she apologises for her own behaviour, though she doesn't stop her fussing one bit. "We were all so sure. Apart from the Captain. He never stopped believing, and now look where he is, poor soul."