“She has been an invalid for some time,” replied Grace. The laugh,
which had its edge of patronage and conceit, stung her into
self-possession again, and she briefly gave the points of Mrs.
Maynard’s case, with the recent accident and the symptoms developed
during the night. He listened attentively, nodding his head at times,
and now and then glancing sharply at her, as one might at a
surprisingly intelligent child.
“I must see her,” he said decidedly, when she came to an end. “I will
see her as soon as possible. I will come over to Jocelyn’s this
afternoon,—as soon as I can get my dinner, in fact.”
There was such a tone of dismissal in his words that she rose, and he
promptly followed her example. She stood hesitating a moment. Then, “I
don’t know whether you understood that I wish merely to consult with
you,” she said; “that I don’t wish to relinquish the case to you”—
“Relinquish the case—consult”—Dr. Mulbridge stared at her. “No, I don’t
understand. What do you mean by not relinquishing the case? If there is
some one else in attendance.”
“_I_ am in attendance,” said the girl firmly. “I am Mrs. Maynard’s
physician.”
“You? Physician”
“If you have looked at my card”—she began with indignant severity.
He gave a sort of roar of amusement and apology, and then he stared at
her again with much of the interest of a naturalist in an extraordinary
specimen.
“I beg your pardon,” he exclaimed. “I _didn’t_ look at it”; but he now
did so, where he held it crumpled in the palm of his left hand. “My
mother said it was a young lady, and I _didn’t_ look. Will you—will you
sit down, Dr. Breen?” He bustled in getting her several chairs. “I live
off here in a corner, and I have never happened to meet any ladies of
our profession before. Excuse me, if I spoke under a—mistaken
impression. I—I—I should not have—ah—taken you for a physician. You”—He
checked himself, as if he might have been going to say that she was too
young and too pretty. “Of course, I shall have pleasure in consulting
with you in regard to your friend’s case, though I’ve no doubt you are
doing all that can be done.” With a great show of deference, he still
betrayed something of the air of one who humors a joke; and she felt
this, but felt that she could not openly resent it.
“Thank you,” she returned with dignity, indicating with a gesture of
her hand that she would not sit down again. “I am sorry to ask you to
come so far.”
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