British -- Asia -- Fiction; Women physicians -- Fiction
“No, I think you are more sensible,” she replied, “for an umbrella is
sure to be turned inside out in this wind. You see I am prepared for
rain, and I have no fear of getting wet, but I do dislike it when the
rain-drops trickle down my neck.”
“Pray allow me to run across and get you an umbrella from one of those
shops over there,” he said stiffly, annoyed to find his resentment
against her melting under the influence of her friendly manner.
“Oh no, thank you, I couldn’t think of it,” she replied, surveying him
carefully, and taking due note of his curly-brimmed hat, his long
coat, the huge carnation in his buttonhole, and the immaculate spats
protecting his equally spotless boots. “You are not quite dressed for
running anywhere, are you?”
The resentment returned promptly in full force.
“I am sorry my appearance is displeasing to you,” he said, in a tone
which he tried vainly to make a light and sportive one.
“Oh, but it isn’t at all. It is most correct--unimpeachably correct.”
“Then what is the matter with it, if I may ask?”
“I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
“Thank you, I think my feelings are proof against injury.”
“It is only that I was thinking it was a pity to expose such a
complete get-up to the dangers of a muddy walk. A hansom would have
taken you straight from General North’s door to your destination. I
could imagine you a walking advertisement of the Army and Navy Club,
and why aren’t you gracing one of the windows there, as a sort of
sample, you know, to show the kind of goods within?”
“Bother the girl! She sees I don’t like her, and she is taking it out
of me,” was his mental comment, as he glanced at her composed face and
caught a twinkle of fun in her eyes. Aloud he said, rather lamely,
“You don’t know what a luxury it is to be able to array oneself in the
garments of civilisation once more, after spending years, as one might
say, in uniform. But I see the rain has stopped. May I call you a cab,
or walk with you?”
“Oh no, thanks; I am only going to one of those shops.”
“But you will allow me to see you across the street?”
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