A Breath of Prairie and other storiesLillibridge, Will
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A Breath of Prairie and other stories
Lillibridge, Will
Short stories, American
He turned to Miss Willis in a moment, with an air which said as
plainly as words could have said it: "It's a terrible waste of
precious time, but if necessary I'll sacrifice the two minutes to
humoring any further caprices you may develop."
This was too much for the young lady's tranquillity: she laughed, and
laughed frankly.
"Pray tell me," she managed to say, "what _my_ number is."
Without the slightest alteration in his serious mien, he consulted a
list hanging beside his desk.
"Seven," he announced at length.
"Oh!"
"Why?" quickly. "Has there been some mistake?"
"No--oh, no"; Miss Willis was now perfectly composed. "I had a
feeling, though, that it must have been nearer seven thousand."
"It would be impossible, you know," the man patiently explained, "to
see that many patients in a day."
"Indeed? How interesting!" Her irony was unnoticed, and once more she
laughed. To tell the truth, if anybody could associate such a
frivolity with Miss Willis's dignity, she giggled.
She contemplated the man with undisguised curiosity. Naturally enough
she had met more men than she could even remember, but never one
anything like this particular specimen. To add to her quickened
interest, he was not only positively good-looking, but every line of
his face, the poise of his well-proportioned, upstanding figure, the
tilt of his head and the squareness of his chin, all spoke of
strength; of elemental strength, and of a purposeful, resolute
character. And, too, she told herself that he had nice eyes. The nice
eyes never wavered in their respectful regard of her.
He spoke again:
"I can assure you that Dr. Leonard meant no discourtesy. The new
arrangement means nothing further than that your trouble is more
distinctively within my province. It is his custom, once he has
thoroughly diagnosed a case, to assign it to the one of his assistants
best qualified to treat it. Dr. Leonard is a very busy man; he can't
be expected to do more than supervise his aides."
And now he was actually rebuking her!
He bowed once more, and moved toward the door. His hand was upon the
knob, when an imperious command brought him to a standstill.
"Wait," said Miss Willis. "Dr. Carter, if I remain here--"
He coolly interrupted. "Pardon me, Miss Willis, but my patient is
waiting. I shall be at liberty in ten minutes, then I shall return."
This time he was gone.
Number Four must have been an adjoining room, for the next instant
she could hear Dr. Carter's voice through the thin board partition.
His speech was as unemotional and businesslike as when addressing her.
She could not make up her mind whether to go or wait, and so sat
pondering and presently forgot to go.
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