Mona Maclean, Medical Student: A NovelTravers, Graham
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Mona Maclean, Medical Student: A Novel
Travers, Graham
Women medical students -- Fiction
At last the offending cart turned down a side-street, and the bays
dashed on. Immediately in front of them was a swift heavy dray, and
behind it, as is the fashion among gamins, sublimely regardless of
all the dangers of his position, hung a very small boy. The dray
stopped for a moment, then suddenly lumbered on, and before either
Dudley or the driver of the phaeton had noticed the child, he had
fallen from his precarious perch, and lay under the hoofs of the bays.
With one tremendous pull the phaeton was brought to a standstill,
while Dudley and the groom rushed forward to extricate the child.
"I think he is more frightened than hurt," said Ralph, "but my rooms
are close at hand. If you like, I will take him in and examine him
carefully. I am a doctor."
"Upon my soul, I am very much obliged to you! I am leaving town for
the Riviera to-night, and it would be confoundedly awkward to be
detained by a business of this kind. Step up, will you? Charles
will hand up the child after you are in."
The boy lay half stunned, drawing little sobbing breaths. When they
reached the house, Dudley handed the latch-key to his companion, and,
raising the boy in his strong arms, he carried him up the steps.
"Bless me, you are as good as a woman!" said the man of the world, in
amused admiration, as he opened the door. "It was uncommonly lucky
for me that you happened to be passing."
Dudley showed his new acquaintance into his snuggery, while he
examined the boy. The snuggery was a room worth seeing. There was
nothing showy or striking about it, but every picture, every book,
every bit of pottery, had been lovingly and carefully chosen, and the
_tout ensemble_ spoke well for the owner of the room.
"A man of culture clearly," said the visitor, after making a
leisurely survey; "and what a life for him, by Gad!--examining dirty
little _gamins_! He can't be poor. What the deuce does he do it
for?"
"He is all right," said Dudley emphatically, re-entering the room.
"He has been much interested in my manikin, and at the present moment
is tucking vigorously into bread-and-marmalade. I have assured him
that ninety-nine drivers out of a hundred would have gone right over
him. You certainly are to be congratulated on the way you pulled
those horses up."
"Do you think so? I am very glad to hear it. Gad! I thought myself
it was all over with the little chap. The fact is--it is a fine
state of affairs if I can't manage a horse at my time of life; but I
confess my thoughts were pretty far afield at the moment. It is most
annoying. I have taken my berth on the Club Train for this
afternoon, and I find I shall have to go without seeing my niece. I
wrote to make an appointment, but it seems she has left her former
rooms. By the way, you are a doctor. Do you happen to know any of
the lady medical students?"
Dudley shook his head. "I am sorry I have not that honour," he said.
His visitor laughed harshly.
"You don't believe in all that, eh?"
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